Girls like poems better than dead dragons and magic swords,
But another sound followed them long after these had faded, followed them into morning on a strange road— the tiny, dry sound of a spider weeping.
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 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.
Anyone can say he’s a magician these days. The old standards are gone, the old values have been abandoned. Besides, a real magician has a beard.
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.
For no one can keep a unicorn in his head for long;
You pile of stones, you waste, you desolation, I'll stuff you with misery till it comes out of your eyes. I'll change your heart into green grass, and all you love into a sheep. I'll turn you into a b...
You may plant your acres again and raise up your fallen orchard and vineyards, but they will never flourish as they used to, never--until you learn to take joy in them, for no reason.
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...
They may be apart sometimes, they may come and go as they choose--what can love be like when you live forever?--but they wait for each other, they find each other, they are together always!
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 gr...
The unicorn had all the world in her eyes, all the world I'm never going to see, but it doesn't matter, because now I have seen it, and it's beautiful, and I was in there too.
The spaciousness of it astounds me; this is the kind of country you dream of running away to when you are very young and innocently hungry, before you learn that all land is owned by somebody, that yo...
The secret of my long life is that nothing has ever been dull for me. For all my life I have been interested in everything I saw and been anxious to see more. But I cannot stand to be bored, and I wil...
She was one woman who knew what to do with a slight moral edge. The
Outside, the night lay coiled in the street, cobra-cold and scaled with stars.
Only to a magician is the world forever fluid, infinitely mutable and eternally new. Only he knows the secret of change, only he knows truly that all things are crouched in eagerness to become somethi...