No," he repeated, and this time the word tolled in another voice, a king's voice... whose grief was not for what he did not have, but for what he could not give.

I always say perseverance is nine-tenths of any art — not that it's much help to be nine-tenths an artist, of course.

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

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.

Your name is a golden bell hung in my heart. I would break my body to pieces to call you once by your name.

Never run from anything immortal. It attracts their attention.

Lir said, "It is my right. A hero is entitled to his happy ending, when it comes at last." But Schmendrick answered, "This is not the end, either for you or for her.