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 mad...
Because in a way it happened to someone else. I don't really speak that person's language anymore, and when I think about her, she embarrasses me sometimes, but I don't want to forget her, I don't wan...
È raro che un uomo sia preso per quello che è veramente – disse. – Nel mondo spesso si commettono sbagli di valutazione. Ora, io ti ho riconosciuto come unicorno già quando ti ho visto la prima volta,...
To the magician’s eyes the unicorn was the moon, cold and white and very old, lighting his way to safety, or to madness.
There never is a happy ending because nothing ever ends.
She was no longer the careless color of sea foam, but rather the color of snow falling on a moonlit night.
Found herself looking into the face of Prince Lír. Behind him there fell a bright
And even the feral, near-wild Third Cat, whose true name he had never discovered, as one has to do with cats, trailed
There are honest people in the world, but only because the devil considers their asking prices ridiculous.
The most professional curse ever snarled or croaked or thundered can have no effect on a pure heart.
The magician was studying her face with his green eyes. Your face is wet, he said worriedly. I hope that's spray. If you've become human enough to cry, then no magic in the world — oh, it must be spra...
The ludicrousness of admonishing an immortal creature to be careful was a little more than his sense of the absurd could tolerate.
So let's say you marry this girl. All right, you can still be a great man. Look at all the great men who had wives. Go ahead, be a great man, don't let me stop you. Only first you should stop by the g...
She touched you twice,' he said in a little while. 'The first touch was to bring you to life again, but the second was for you.
She did not look anything like a horned horse, as unicorns are often pictured, being smaller and cloven-hoofed, and possessing that oldest, wildest grace that horses have never had, that deer have onl...
Once you had your man, you let all your accomplishments go. You don’t sew or sing any more, you haven’t illuminated a manuscript in years—and
Marriage isn't like football, like bocce. One isn't good at it, nobody has a special gift. You stumble along, and if there is enough love-- she smiled at him-- you learn.
If I danced with my feet As I did in my dreaming,As graceful and gleamingAs death in disguise --Oh, that would be sweet,But then would I hungerTo be ten years younger,Or wedded, or wise?
I have my power at last, but the world is still too heavy for me to move, though my friend Lír might think otherwise.
Haggard, I would not be you for all the world, he declared. You have let your doom in by the front door, although it will not depart that way. (...) Farewell, poor Haggard, farewell!