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.

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

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

Ah, love may be strong, but a habit is stronger, And I knew when I loved by the way I behaved.

What use is wizardry if it cannot save a Unicorn?

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

I'll tell you something. Once I was very fond of a poem by Emily Dickinson or somebody. I only remember one line of it, but it goes, 'The soul selects her own society.' I used to tell it to everybody. Once I quoted it to a friend of mine, and he said, 'Maybe, but the body gets thrown into bed with the goddamnedest people.