Oh, more people than not have some magic, they just forget about it. Children use it all the time - what do you think jump rope rhymes are, or bouncing ball games, or cat's cradles? Where do you think...
Oh but I do remember her - as I shouldn't, for any number of reasons - with her ragged, grayinghair sticking out on all sides, her mouth glorious with mockery and her body wearing blood-flecked sweat...
No, my friend, he responded finally. I am not God, no more than you. But I think you and I are equally part of God as we stand here, and he swept his arm wide to take in all the slow, dark shiver of t...
My father hates cats. He says that there is no such thing as a cat — it is just a shape that all manner of imps, hobs and devilkins like to put on, to gain easy entrance into the homes of men.
It all seems a bit unfair, my lord, begging your pardon. What could we have done to save the unicorns? We were afraid of the Red Bull. What could we have done? One word might have been enough, King Lí...
If I danced with my feet As I dance in my dreaming, As graceful and gleaming As Death in disguise— Oh, that would be sweet, But then would I hunger To be ten years younger, Or wedded, or wise? The
I've always thought cemeteries were like cities. There are streets, avenues—you've seen them, I think, Michael. There are blocks, too, and house numbers, slums and ghettos, middle-class sections and s...
I will miss it so, she said beside him. This hell of a place, I will miss it so much. This fat body, walking mud puddle, deceived by everything, this impossible, ruinous accident of a world, these peo...
I think love is stronger than habits or circumstances. I think it is possible to keep yourself for someone for a long time and still remember why you were waiting when she comes at last.
I promised only that you would see some sign of unicorns, and so you have. Your realm is blessed beyond any land’s deserving because they have passed across it in freedom. As for you and your heart an...
I know exactly how you feel, Schmendrick said eagerly. The unicorn looked at him out of dark, endless eyes, and he smiled nervously and looked at his hands. It's a rare man who is taken for what he tr...
I fall in love with one special hat, but it happens to be on the head of the old Indian who is waiting on us. It is an old black hat, broken with white lines where it must have been crumpled and stepp...
I don’t think I could ever see her closely, the sentinel replied, however close she came.
He never allowed himself to grow less vigilant; but happiness is the old enemy of watchfulness, and Bianchi was practically happy. Growling contentment is not the same thing, but he hadn't known.
Do you know what I am, butterfly? the unicorn asked hopefully, and he replied. Excellent well, you’re a fishmonger. You’re my everything, you are my sunshine, you are old and gray and full of sleep, y...
Can you write a poem about someone's snores? About trying not to sneeze when her hair tickles my nose? About that one tiny barely audible fart against my leg?
But I felt them...hungry shadows who knew my name, clawing at my mind and my soul to be let in - and if I let them in there would be nothing left of me but skin; nothing but a shadow inside, like them...
Anyway, since you and I must choose one road to follow, out of the many that run to the same place in the end, it might as well be a road that a unicorn has taken. We may never see her, but we will al...
And in the whiteness, of the whiteness, flowering in the tattered water, their bodies arching with the streaked marble hollows of the waves, their manes and tails and the fragile beards of the males b...
For the first time she began to feel the minutes crawling over her like worms.