Haven’t you ever been in a fairy tale before?
The magician stood erect, menacing the attackers with demons, metamorphoses, paralyzing ailments, and secret judo holds. Molly picked up a rock.
She is a woman, Your Highness, and that’s riddle enough.
Her face was a stranger‘s face, which was as it should be. Love each other from the day we are born to the day we die, we are still strangers every minute, and nobody should forget that, even though w...
At last he said to me, '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.
The last unicorn lived in a lilac wood, and she lived all alone.
I call her La Signora sometimes. Not for her to answer to, just for me, inside.
I’m a magician with no magic, and that’s no one at all.
I will kill you if you set me free,' the eyes said. 'Set me free.
I don't think I could ever see her closely, the sentinel replied, however close she came. His own voice was hushed and regretful, echoing with lost chances. She has a newness, he said. Everything is f...
Why did they go away, do you think? If there ever were such things.Who knows? Times change. Would you call this age a good one for unicorns?No, but I wonder if any man before us ever thought his time...
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. Unfortunately, it seems to be working backward at the mo...
I think that 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 wo...
There’s more meaning than magic to this. The
There is never a happy ending because nothing ever ends.
I have heard all of the stories about girls like me, and I am unafraid to make more of them.
You have to be very deep to be dead, he thought, and I'm not. He began to have some concept of forever, and his mind shivered as his body had when he had wakened in the cold nights and thrust his hand...
When you walk, you make an echo where they used to be.
This body is dying. I can feel it rotting all around me.
She is a rarer creature than you dare to dream. She is a myth, a memory, a will-o’-the-wish.