...no place is more enchanted than where a unicorn has been born.

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.

He thought, or said, or sang, I did not know that I was so empty, to be so full.

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.

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

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

Unicorns are not to be forgiven." The magician felt himself growing giddy with jealousy, not only of the touch but of something like a secret that was moving between Molly and the unicorn. "Unicorns are for beginnings," he said, "for innocence and purity, for newness. Unicorns are for young girls." Molly was stroking the unicorn's throat as timidly as though she were blind. She dried her grimy tears on the white mane. "You don't know much about unicorns," she said.