He is not a bad man, and that, I realize suddenly, is the root of my hurt. He is not a bad man at all. And yet—
There is only one spot in me that is as warm and placid as those cattle, and that is the part that knows quite surely that I will always be cold, that there will always be a wind hunting through me, a...
Sparrows and cats will live in my shoe, Sooner than I will live with you. Fish will come walking out of the sea, Sooner than you will come back to me.
Oh, it's a beautiful day, it's an elegant, graceful day, and I'm sailing down the Strip in glamorous Las Vegas, on my motor scooter, in company with a certified illegal prostitute who loves poetry and...
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...
I've never really undestood, the unicorn mused as the man picked himself up, what you dream of doing with me, once you've caught me.The man leaped again, and she slipped away from him like rain. I don...
I have ended my betrothal to the princess I had agreed to marry—and if you don’t think that was a heroic deed, you don’t know her mother.
I have been mortal, and some part of me is mortal yet. I am full of tears and hunger and the fear of death, though I cannot weep, and I want nothing, and I cannot die. I am not like the others now, fo...
I didn't know unicorns had names, I said. I didn't know they ever loved people.They don't. Only this one. He turned and walked away swiftly, saying over his shoulder, Her name was Amalthea.
I am what I am. I would tell you what you want to know if I could, for you have been kind to me. But I am a cat, and no cat anywhere ever gave anyone a straight answer.
But I'm always dreaming, even when I'm awake; it is never finished.
She was no longer the careless color of sea foam, but rather the color of snow falling on a moonlit night.
We are what we are forever, unchanging—you are everything all at once, past and present and future all rioting together. I pity you terribly, I could never bear to be like you, but I wonder and wonder...
There are honest people in the world, but only because the devil considers their asking prices ridiculous.
The Last Unicorn
If sacrificing herself for her husband's sake were to prove the last thing that Jassi ever did willingly for her new master . . . well, then, so be it, however bitter the taste to Carcharos. Pride had...
I would enter your sleep if I could, and guard you there, and slay the thing that hounds you, as I would if it had the courage to face me in fair daylight. But I cannot come in unless you dream of me....
He was the color of blood, not the springing blood of the heart but the blood that stirs under an old wound that never really healed. A terrible light poured from him like sweat, and his roar started...
And what good is it to me that you're here now? Where where you twenty years ago, ten years ago? How dare you, how dare you come to me now, when I am this?
To the magician’s eyes the unicorn was the moon, cold and white and very old, lighting his way to safety, or to madness.