You ever want to see real witchcraft, you watch people protecting their comfort, their beliefs.

The unicorn lived in a lilac wood, and she lived all alone. She was very old, though she did not know it, and she was no longer the careless color of sea foam but rather the color of snow falling on a moonlit night. But her eyes were still clear and unwearied, and she still moved like a shadow on the sea.

The true secret in being a hero lies in knowing the order of things...Things must happen when it is time for them to happen.

- and you are truly human now. You can love, and fear, and forbid things to be what they are, and overact.

...but the enchantment of error that you put on me I must wear forever in your eyes.

Don't be afraid. Don't be afraid of anything. Whatever you have been, you are mine now. I can hold you.

It’s a rare man who is taken for what he truly is.