This world, that world, doesn't matter. You never make people to see what you see, hear, feel what you feel. Notes don't do it, words don't do it, paints, bronze, marble, nothing. All you can do, you...
The universe lies to our senses and they lie to us, and how can we ourselves be anything but liars? For myself, I trust neither message nor messenger; neither what I am told, nor what I see. There may...
That’s the true test of a town, or of a king. A lord who cheats an ugly old witch will cheat his own folk by and by. Stop him while you can, before you grow used to him.
Take me with you, for laughs, for luck, for the unknown. Take me with you.
Still the king would have turned away, but Schmendrick touched his arm and leaned near. It's true, you know, he whispered. But for him--but for them all--the tale would have worked out quite another w...
Still I have read, or heard it sung, that unicorns when time was young, could tell the difference ’twixt the two—the false shining and the true, the lips’ laugh and the heart’s rue.
She heard hearts bounce, tears brewing, and breath going backward, but nobody said a word. By the sorrow and loss and sweetness in their faces she knew that they recognized her, and she accepted their...
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.
My son, your ineptitude is so vast, your incompetence so profound, that I am certain you are inhabited by greater power than I have ever known.
Ma Molly lo spinse da parte e andò verso l'unicorno, sgridandola come se fosse una mucca da latte smarrita. – Dove sei stata? –. Davanti al suo candore e al corno rilucente, Molly rimpicciolì come un...
Julie raised her face, gasping and hiccuping, and he saw clearly how she would look when she was old. Baby, he said, and began helplessly kissing lines and hollows and wounds that were not there yet,...
It’s whatever we can get, then, she said, on whatever terms we can get it.
I would have chosen any other than this for my prison. A rhinoceros is as ugly as a human being, and it too is going to die, but at least it never thinks that it is beautiful.
I sometimes think that a little fear, a little hunger, might be good for us—sharpen our souls,
I know how to live here, I know how everything smells, and tastes, and is. What could I ever search for in the world, except this again?
I fear it, for her sake. It would mean that she too is a wanderer now, and that is a fate for human beings, not for unicorns. But I hope, of course I hope.
I did not know that I was so empty, to be so full.
I am a cat, and no cat anywhere ever gave anyone a straight answer.
Her neck was long and slender, making her head seem smaller than it was, and the mane that fell almost to the middle of her back was as soft as dandelion fluff and as fine as cirrus. She had pointed e...
He ran, the unicorn said. You must never run from anything immortal. It attracts their attention. Her voice was gentle, and without pity. Never run, she said. Walk slowly, and pretend to be thinking o...