Whatever can die is beautiful — more beautiful than a unicorn, who lives forever, and who is the most beautiful creature in the world. Do you understand me?

I fear it, for her sake. It would mean that she too is a wanderer now, and that is a fate for human beings, not for unicorns. But I hope, of course I hope.

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

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

You were the one who taught me," he said. "I never looked at you without seeing the sweetness of the way the world goes together, or without sorrow for its spoiling. I became a hero to serve you, and all that is like you.

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

What use is magic if it can't save a unicorn?