“Hey!” I said, indignation filling me. “I’m immortal! Doesn’t that mean I won’t get saggy boobs and gray hair? Because if it doesn’t mean that, I want a refund—”
“Just because I’m resisting the wine doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate the bouquet.”
“I understand everything,” he 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 you because no more loneliness.”“That’s what I mean,” said Fezzik.”
“Just because I’m human doesn’t mean I’m weak.”
“I didn’t want to go, but that doesn’t mean I didn’t want to be invited.”
“I’m not talking about the place filled with flames. I mean the hell the world is when cruelty doesn’t have a reason. When suffering is unrelenting and unrelieved by love.”