He is a great enough magician to tap our most common nightmares, daydreams and twilight fancies, but he never invented them either: he found them a place to live, a green alternative to each day's madness here in a poisoned world. We are raised to honor all the wrong explorers and discoverers - thieves planting flags, murderers carrying crosses. Let us at last praise the colonizers of dreams.

...no cat out of its first fur can ever be deceived by appearances. Unlike human beings, who enjoy them.

The unicorn halted in her slow, desperate round of the cage, realizing for the first time that the magician understood her speech. He smiled, and she saw that his face was frighteningly young for a grown man-untraveled by time, unvisited by grief or wisdom. "I know you," he said.

Don't be afraid. Don't be afraid of anything. Whatever you have been, you are mine now. I can hold you.

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

Men have to have heroes, but no man can ever be as big as the need, and so a legend grows around a grain of truth, like a pearl.

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