is an excellent book by William Goldman (isbn 0-7475-4518-9). As usual I'm going to quote from a few pages:
It's still my favourite book in all the world. And more than ever, I wish I had written it.
This is my favourite book in all the world, though I have never read it.
Miracles. Giants. True love.
Eyes like the sea before a storm.
We are but poor circus performers.
Absolutely, totally, and, in all other ways, inconceivable
Then one morning, Inigo was gone. In his place were three words: "I must learn" on a note pinned to his pillow.
I am not left-handed.
What you do not smell is called iocane powder.
Don't you rush me, sonny, you rush a miracle man, you get rotten miracles.
I AM THE DREAD PIRATE ROBERTS AND THERE WILL BE NO SURVIVORS.
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