...no place is more enchanted than where a unicorn has been born.
What use is wizardry if it cannot save a Unicorn?
How's the Angel of Death supposed to do his job with clipped wings?
A Clock is not time; it's numbers and springs. Pay it no mind.
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.