“I love you,” Buttercup said. “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 [note: previous is a letter away from precious] love was a puddle compared to the high seas before a storm. Your eyes are like that, did you know? Well they are. How many minutes ago was I? Twenty? Had I brought my feelings up to then? It doesn’t matter.” Buttercup still could not look at him. The sun was rising behind her now; she could feel the heat on her back, and it gave her courage. “I love you so much more now than twenty minutes ago that there cannot be comparison. I love you so much more now than when you opened your hovel door, there cannot be comparison.”
“I understand everything,” [Fezzik] said.
“You understand nothing, but it really doesn’t matter, since what you mean is, you’re glad to see me, just as I’m glad to see me, just as I’m glad to see you because no more loneliness.” [Inigo Montoya]
“That’s what I mean,” said Fezzik.
“Then let’s look on the bright side: we’re having an adventure, Fezzik, and most people live and die without being as lucky as we are.” [Inigo Montoya]
Inigo looked at him. “You mean you’ll forgive me completely for saving your life if I completel forgive you for saving mine?”
“You’re my friend, my only one.” [Fezzik]
“Pathetic, that’s what we are,” Inigo said.
It was too unfair. You expected unfairness if you breathed, but this went beyond that.
“Specify,” said the Prince. He was seventy-five minutes away from his first female murder, and he wondered if he could get his fingers to her throat before even the start of a scream. He had been practicing on giant sausages all the afternoon and had the movements down pretty pat, but then, giant sausages weren’t necks and all the wishing in the world wouldn’t make them so.
I’m not trying to make this a downer, understand. I mean, I really do think that love is the best thing in the world, excpet for cough drops. But I also have to say, for the umpty-umpth time, that life isn’t fair. It’s just fairer than death, that’s all.
Her heart was a secret garden and the walls were very high.