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

I know how to live here, I know how everything smells, and tastes, and is. What could I ever search for in the world, except this again?

You pile of stones, you waste, you desolation, I'll stuff you with misery till it comes out of your eyes. I'll change your heart into green grass, and all you love into a sheep. I'll turn you into a bad poet with dreams.

Sitting up all night would be pointless if somebody you loved wasn't sitting up with you, picking out music to play and helping you kill the bourbon. Walking by yourself in the rain is for college kids who think loneliness makes poets.

What use is wizardry if it cannot save a Unicorn?

There are no happy endings, because nothing ends.

Never run from anything immortal. It attracts their attention.