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...
Girls like poems better than dead dragons and magic swords,
For a moment she turned in a circle, staring at her hands, which she held high and useless, close to her breast. She bobbed and shambled like an ape doing a trick, and her face was the silly, bewilder...
Death takes what man would keep, said the butterfly, and leaves what man would lose. Blow, wind, and crack your cheeks. I warm my hands before the fire of life and get four-way relief.
But 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.
As to your first question, no cat out of its first fur can ever be deceived by appearances. Unlike human beings, who enjoy them.
As the Empire wades into the East River hand in hand with the Chrysler, other love-struck structures begin to talk. We’re watching from the windows as apartment towers lean in to gossip, stretching la...
As my date—Harvey? Harvard?—brags about his alma mater and Manhattan penthouse, I take a bite of overpriced kale and watch his ugly thoughts swirl overhead.
Any woman can weep without tears, she answered over her shoulder, and most can heal with their hands. It depends on the wound. She is a woman, Your Highness, and that’s riddle enough. But
Always, always, it sighed, faithfulness beyond any man’s deserving. I will keep the color of your eyes when no other in the world remembers your name. There is no immortality but a tree’s love.
Ah. My story. Are you certain you wish to hear it? It is long, unlikely, and remarkably unedifying -- shameful, even, to come from a minister's lips. Blasphemous, too, properly regarded.
A Clock is not time; it's numbers and springs. Pay it no mind.
She will remember them all when men are fairy tales in books written by
No cat out of its first fur can ever be deceived by appearances. Unlike human beings, who enjoy them.
She is a story with no ending, happy or sad. She can never belong to anything mortal enough to want her. Most
My experience is that if you need a wagonload of weaponry to feel secure, you are likely doomed before your bespoke sword clears the scabbard.
Where you are going now,' Schmendrick answered, 'few will mean you anything but evil, and a friendly heart— however foolish — may be as welcome as water one day. Take me with you, for laughs, for luck...
Where have you been? she cried. Damn you, where have you been? She took a few steps toward Schmendrick, but she was looking beyond him, at the unicorn.When she tried to get by, the magician stood in h...
When your life is all taking, what need to learn courtship? Carcharos’s passion for Jassi Belnarak deepened and darkened with every sleepless night, but it did not keep him from understanding that nei...
Unicorn, mermaid, lamia, sorceress, Gorgon—no name you give her would surprise me, or frighten me. I love whom I love.