The magician stood erect, menacing the attackers with demons, metamorphoses, paralyzing ailments, and secret judo holds. Molly picked up a rock.

No," he repeated, and this time the word tolled in another voice, a king's voice... whose grief was not for what he did not have, but for what he could not give.

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.

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—

The last unicorn lived in a lilac wood, and she lived all alone.

Wisdom is finding joy in bewilderment