The horns came riding in like the rainbow masts of silver ships.

I know how to live here, I know how everything smells, and tastes, and is. What could I ever search for in the world, except this again?

We are raised to honor all the wrong explorers and discoverers thieves planting flags, murderers carrying crosses. Let us at last praise the colonizers of dreams.

There are no happy endings, because nothing ends.

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

I have been mortal, and some part of me is mortal yet. I am full of tears and hunger and the fear of death, although I cannot weep, and I want nothing, and I cannot die. I am not like the others now, for no unicorn was ever born who could regret, but I do. I regret.

Love was generous precisely because it could never be immortal.