Then what is magic for?" Prince Lír demanded wildly. "What use is wizardry if it cannot save a unicorn?" He gripped the magician's shoulder hard, to keep from falling. Schmedrick did not turn his head. With a touch of sad mockery in his voice, he said, "That's what heroes are for.

I love whom I love," Prince Lir repeated firmly. "You have no power over anything that matters.

Ah, love may be strong, but a habit is stronger, And I knew when I loved by the way I behaved.

They know these mornings well and love them desperately because they cannot last - these people who know that nothing lasts.

Take me with you. For laughs, for luck, for the unknown. Take me with you.

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

What is plucked will grow again, What is slain lives on, What is stolen will remain-- What is gone is gone.