William Goldman Quotes (65 Quotes)

There's a shortage of perfect breasts in this world. It would be a pity to damage yours.

Her heart was a secret garden and the walls were very high.

You mock my pain! Life is pain, anyone who says otherwise is obviously selling something!

My name is Inigo Montoya, you killed my father, prepare to die!

There's death coming up, and you better understand this:some of the wrong people die.Be ready for it.

I guess the most amazing thing about crying though is that when you're in it, you think it'll go on forever but it never really lasts half what you think. Not in terms of real time. In terms of real emotions, it's worse than you think, but not by the clock.

Never go in against a Sicilian when death is on the line.

Anything there is that I can do for you, I will do for you; anything there is that I cannot do, I will learn to do.

This is my favorite book in all the world, though I have never read it.

I love you, I know this must come as something of a surprise, since all I've ever done is scorn you and degrade you and taunt you, but I have loved you for several hours now, and every second, more. I thought an hour ago that I loved you more than any woman has ever loved a man, but a half hour after that I knew that what I felt before was nothing compared to what I felt then. But ten minutes after that, I understood that my previous love was a puddle compared to the high seas before a storm.

People don't remember me. Really. It's not a paranoid thing; I just have this habit of slipping through memories. It doesn't bother me all that much, except I guess that's a lie; it does. For some reason, I test very high on forgettability.

But just as he knew the sun was obliged to rise each morning in the east, no matter how much a western arisal might have pleased it, so he knew that Buttercup was obliged to spend her love on him. Gold was inviting, and so was royalty, but they could not match the fever in his heart, and sooner or later she would have to catch it. She had less choice than the sun.

This was after stew. But then, so is everything. When the first man crawled out of the slime and went to make his home on land, what he had for dinner that night was stew.

I love you. Okay? Want it louder? I LOVE YOU. Spell it out, should I? I ell-oh-vee-ee why-oh-you. Want it backward? You love I.

That's all you need? Easy. I love you.Okay? Want it louder?I love you. Spell it out schould I l-o-v-e y-o-u. Want it backwards You love I.

Cynics are simply thwarted romantics.

True love is the best thing in the world, except for cough drops.

I mean if we even had a wheelbarrow, that would be something.

The boys. The beef-witted featherbrained rattleskulled clod-pated dim-domed noodle-noggined sapheaded lunk-knobbed boys. How could anybody accuse her of stealing them? Why would anybody want them anyway?

Dummy, dummy, go out now and fill your tummy.

Westley: This is true love - you think this happens every day?

I'll tell you the truth and its up to you to live with it.

The enemy is always in the mind.

Existence was really very simple when you did what you were told.

When I was your age, television was called books.

Inigo Montoya: He's right on top of us. I wonder if he is using the same wind we are using.

The hollowness was in his arms and the world was snowing.

Flaws would not only bring death but, far worse, humiliation.

When was the last time you read a book? The truth now. And picture books don't count-I mean something with print in it.

Inside and out, Westley's world was ripping apart and he could do nothing but crack along with it.