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

Men have to have heroes, but no man can ever be as big as the need, and so a legend grows around a grain of truth, like a pearl.

He had never missed God or the hope of heaven, but he had dearly wanted confession to rest his mind, Communion to let him touch something beyond Father Krone's dry, shaky hand, and holy water to taste like starlight.

The Lady Amalthea beckoned, and the cat wriggled all over, like a dog, but he would not come near... She was offering her open palm to the crook-eared cat, but he stayed where he was, shivering with the desire to go to her"...[later, Molly asked the cat] "Why were you afraid to let her touch you? I saw you. You were afraid of her." "If she had touched me," he said very softly, "I would have been hers and not my own, not ever again. I wanted her to touch me but I could not let her. No cat will... The price is more than a cat can pay.

Real magic can never be made by offering someone else's liver. You must tear out your own, and not expect to get it back.

A rhinoceros is as ugly as a human being, and it too is going to die, but at least it never thinks that it is beautiful.

What do men know? Because they have seen no unicorns for a while does not mean we have all vanished.