Prodigies began to waken somewhere southwest of his twelfth rib, and he himself- still mirroring the Lady Amalthea- began to shine.
Now I knew you for aunicorn when I first saw you, and I know that I am your friend. Yet you take me for a clown, or aclod, or a betrayer, and so must I be if you see me so. The magic on you is only ma...
…but to the unicorn’s eyes Molly was becoming a softer country, full of pools and caves, where old flowers came burning out of the ground. Under the dirt and indifference, she appeared only thirty-sev...
I was one of the haves, and one of the secrets of being a have is not wasting your time on empathy.
How can we delight in our good fortune when we know that it must end, and that one of us will end it? Every day makes us richer, and brings us one day nearer to our doom.
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...
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.
Whatever can die is beautiful — more beautiful than a unicorn, who lives forever, and who is the most beautiful creature in the world. Do you understand me?
I always say perseverance is nine-tenths of any art — not that it's much help to be nine-tenths an artist, of course.
The moral of that story, I think, is that being poor will kill you. Or perhaps the moral is that brides never fare well in stories, and one should avoid either being a bride, or being in a story. Afte...
She will remember them all when men are fairy tales in books written by
No meal is good enough to justify all the money and effort wasted in preparing it. It is an illusion and an expense. Live as I do, undeceived.
A hero is entitled to his happy ending, when it comes at last.
She is a rarer creature than you dare to dream. She is a myth, a memory, a will-o’-the-wish.
It's a rare man who is taken for what he truly is, he said. There is much misjudgment in the world. Now, I knew you for a unicorn when I first saw you, and I know that I am your friend. Yet you take m...
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
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
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.
I love you, more, I think, than I know, but our kind of love isn't a sword. It's a light. Not a fire. A small light, just bright enough to read love letters by and keep the animals at a growling dista...
There was nothing for it now but to throw himself on Campos's mercy, and it had been Mr. Rebeck's experience of mercy that it had a tendency to buckle under the weight of a human soul.
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