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

Don't be afraid. Don't be afraid of anything. Whatever you have been, you are mine now. I can hold you.

...no place is more enchanted than where a unicorn has been born.

What use is wizardry if it cannot save a Unicorn?

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

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

But I must go on," said the Lady Amalthea, "for it is never finished. Even when I wake, I cannot tell what is real, and what I am dreaming as I move and speak and eat my dinner. I remember what cannot have happened, and forget something that is happening to me know. People look at me as though I should know them, and I do know them in the dream, and always the fire draws me nearer, though I am awake—