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.

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

Envy nobody. It is the true secret of happiness, or at least the only one I know. (By Moonlight)

It’s a rare man who is taken for what he truly is.

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

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.

What use is wizardry if it cannot save a Unicorn?