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

Whatever can die is beautiful — more beautiful than a unicorn, who lives forever, and who is the most beautiful creature in the world. Do you understand me?

As for you and your heart and the things you said and didn't say, she will remember them all when men are fairy tales in books written by rabbits.

The most professional curse ever snarled or croaked or thundered can have no effect on a pure heart.

I always say perseverance is nine-tenths of any art — not that it's much help to be nine-tenths an artist, of course.

Then what is magic for?" Prince Lír demanded wildly. "What use is wizardry if it cannot save a unicorn?" He gripped the magician's shoulder hard, to keep from falling. Schmedrick did not turn his head. With a touch of sad mockery in his voice, he said, "That's what heroes are for.

Take me with you. For laughs, for luck, for the unknown. Take me with you.