He thought, or said, or sang, I did not know that I was so empty, to be so full.

Your name is a golden bell hung in my heart. I would break my body to pieces to call you once by your name.

Only to a magician is the world forever fluid, infinitely mutable and eternally new. Only he knows the secret of change, only he knows truly that all things are crouched in eagerness to become something else, and it is from this universal tension that he draws his power.

What use is wizardry if it cannot save a Unicorn?

Her face was a stranger’s face, which was as it should be. Love each other from the day we are born to the day we die, we are still strangers every minute, and nobody should forget that, even though we have to.

The last unicorn lived in a lilac wood, and she lived all alone.

Farewell,' she said. 'I hope you hear many more songs' - which was the best way she could think of to say good-bye to a butterfly.