Haggard, I would not be you for all the world," he declared. "You have let your doom in by the front door, although it will not depart that way. (...) Farewell, poor Haggard, farewell!

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

I am infected with life and will die of it in time.

If a man loved me, I would have talked myself into loving him, and I would have loved him very deeply after a while.

I am what I am. I would tell you what you want to know if I could, for you have been kind to me. But I am a cat, and no cat anywhere ever gave anyone a straight answer.

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

How's the Angel of Death supposed to do his job with clipped wings?