What Use Is Wizardry If It Cannot

For A Moment She Turned In A Circle, Staring At Her Hands, Which She Held High And Useless, Close To Her Breast. She Bobbed And Shambled Like An Ape Doing A Trick, And Her Face Was The Silly, Bewildered Face Of A Joker's Victim. And Yet She Could Make No Move That Was Not Beautiful. Her Trapped Terror Was More Lovely Than Any Joy That Molly Had Ever Seen, And That Was The Most Terrible Thing About It.

The Unicorn Sonata... Tells Us That Our True Home Is Often Right Around The Corner, If We'd Only Open Our Eyes - And Our Ears - To Find It.

The Last Unicorn Lived In A Lilac Wood, And She Lived All Alone.

Love Was Generous Precisely Because It Could Never Be Immortal.

The Horns Came Riding In Like The Rainbow Masts Of Silver Ships.