Great heroes need great sorrows and burdens, or half their greatness goes unnoticed. It is all part of the fairy tale.

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.

Sitting up all night would be pointless if somebody you loved wasn't sitting up with you, picking out music to play and helping you kill the bourbon. Walking by yourself in the rain is for college kids who think loneliness makes poets.

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

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

Envy nobody. It is the true secret of happiness, or at least the only one I know. (By Moonlight)

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?