What Is Plucked Will Grow Again, What

There Are Honest People In The World, But Only Because The Devil Considers Their Asking Prices Ridiculous.

Unicorns Are Not To Be Forgiven." The Magician Felt Himself Growing Giddy With Jealousy, Not Only Of The Touch But Of Something Like A Secret That Was Moving Between Molly And The Unicorn. "unicorns Are For Beginnings," He Said, "for Innocence And Purity, For Newness. Unicorns Are For Young Girls." Molly Was Stroking The Unicorn's Throat As Timidly As Though She Were Blind. She Dried Her Grimy Tears On The White Mane. "you Don't Know Much About Unicorns," She Said.

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 We Have To.

You Were The One Who Taught Me," He Said. "i Never Looked At You Without Seeing The Sweetness Of The Way The World Goes Together, Or Without Sorrow For Its Spoiling. I Became A Hero To Serve You, And All That Is Like You.

She Said, "i Will Go No Farther." "there Is No Choice. We Can Only Go On." The Magician Said Again. "we Can Only Go On.