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

A Clock is not time; it's numbers and springs. Pay it no mind.

...no cat out of its first fur can ever be deceived by appearances. Unlike human beings, who enjoy them.

Wisdom is finding joy in bewilderment

They know these mornings well and love them desperately because they cannot last - these people who know that nothing lasts.

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.

All lives are composed of two basic elements," the squirrel said, "purpose and poetry. By being ourselves, squirrel and raven, we fulfill the first requirement, you in flight and I in my tree. But there is poetry in the meanest of lives, and if we leave it unsought we leave ourselves unrealized. A life without food, without shelter, without love, a life lived in the rain—this is nothing beside a life without poetry.