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

Avicenna California...Museum of my twisted youth, vault of my dearest and most disgusting memories.

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

A Clock is not time; it's numbers and springs. Pay it no mind.

But I'm always dreaming, even when I'm awake; it is never finished." -the Lady Amalthea, from The Last Unicorn

How's the Angel of Death supposed to do his job with clipped wings?

Unicorn. Old French, unicorne. Latin, unicornis. Literally, one-horned: unus, one and cornu,a horn. A fabulous animal resembling a horse with one horn.