The Princess Bride

by William Goldman

In point of fact, she had never looked as well. She had entered her room as just an impossibly lovely girl. The woman who emerged was a trifle thinner, a great deal wiser, an ocean sadder. This one understood the nature of pain, and beneath

the glory of her features, there was character, and a sure knowledge of suffering.

‘Life isn’t fair, Bill. We tell our children that it is, but it’s a terrible thing to do. It’s not only a lie, it’s a cruel lie. Life is not fair, and it never has been, and it’s never going to be.’

“Woman,” Westley roared,

“you are the property of the Dread Pirate Roberts and you … do … what … you’re … told!”