Category: William Goldman
Life isn’t fair, it’s just fairer than death, that’s all.
You can never trust what you read.
Who says life is fair, where is that written?
Just because you’re beautiful and perfect, it’s made you conceited.
Her heart was a secret garden and the walls were very high.
Life is pain, highness. Anyone who says differently is selling something.
Cynics are simply thwarted romantics.
Westley: This is true love you think this happens every day?
I write out of revenge.
