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 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 torches went out, and in the darkness, he placed his lips to my ear. I believe you because I choose to; not because I do.
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...
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 was one woman who knew what to do with a slight moral edge. The
No, she said, answering his eyes. I can never regret.[...]I can sorrow, she offered gently, but it's not the same thing.
My people are in the world again. No sorrow will live in me as long as that joy—save one, and I thank you for that, too.
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,...
I am a hero. It is a trade, no more, like weaving or brewing, and like them it has its own tricks and knacks and small arts. There are ways of perceiving witches, and of knowing poison streams; there...
I am a black stone, the size of a kitchen stove. They wash me in the stream every summer and sing over me. I am skulls and cocks, spring rain and the blood of the bull. Virgins lie with strangers in m...
Don't look back and don't run. You must never run from anything immortal. It attracts their attention.
But she knew beyond both hope and vanity that men had changed, and the world with them, because the unicorns were gone.
As for you and your heart and the things you said and the didn't say, she will remember them all when men are fairy tales in books written by rabbits.
As for you and your heart and the things you said and didn't say, she will remember them all when men are fairy tales in books written by rabbits.
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.
And Hagsgate, alas, paid her no heed. She was treated politely and referred to the proper authorities, whereupon she flew into a fury and screamed that in our eagerness to make no enemies at all, we h...