We are not always what we seem, and hardly ever what we dream.

If a man loved me, I would have talked myself into loving him, and I would have loved him very deeply after a while.

Beyond the town, darker than dark, King Haggard's castle teetered like a lunatic on stilts.

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 am a king's daughter, And if I cared to care, The moon that has no mistress Would flutter in my hair. No one dares to cherish What I choose to crave. Never have I hungered, For that I did not have I am a kings daughter, And I grow old within The prison of my person, The shackles of my skin. And I would run away And beg from door to door, Just to see your shadow Once, and never more.

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.

The last unicorn lived in a lilac wood, and she lived all alone.