Never let the horns and woodwinds out of your sight; if you can hear them at all, they are too loud.

You can hear the sirens, the horns going off ... We're going to go put our stuff on and get into the bunker.

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

I wish I could score everything for horns.

Your intention for a book is never the same as the reception.

You can't eat your friends and have them too.