“We used to talk about death, she said. We don’t anymore. Why is that?I don’t know.It’s because it’s here. There’s nothing left to talk about.I wouldn’t leave you.I don’t care. It’s meaningless. You can think of me as a faithless slut if you like. I’ve taken a new lover. He can give me what you cannot.Death is not a lover.O yes he is.Please don’t do this.I’m sorry.I can’t do it alone.”
“Oh, yes--you can shout me down, I know! But you cannot answer me. The majority has might on its side--unfortunately; but right it has not.”
“He was the mighty Fezzik, lover of rhymes, and you did not give up, no matter what.”
“He is no fool who gives what he cannot keep, to gain what he cannot lose.”
“He is no fool who gives what he cannot keep to gain that which he cannot lose.”