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“I like you,�� Gary finally said in a low voice.
“Thank you? I thought you already did.��
“No. Like, I really like you. Before, I was just pretending. I actually think I almost despised you. But now I don’t.��
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Gary breathed more on his face, nostrils flaring. Then (finally), “Unicorns are fickle creatures. I don’t need a reason to change my mind. It’s been done and you should just accept it and be thankful I no longer plot to murder you in your sleep.��
“Testify,�� Tiggy said.
“So now you have affection for me,�� Ryan said, “and you—��
“I didn’t say affection. I said I liked you, not that I’m ready to pick out curtains. Gods. Calm the fuck down. You’re engaged to be married. I will not be your dirty little secret. I am a strong, independent unicorn, and I will not take your shit.”
― T.J. Klune, The Lightning-Struck Heart

“Unicorns are immortal. It is their nature to live alone in one place: usually a forest where there is a pool clear enough for them to see themselves-for they are a little vain, knowing themselves to be the most beautiful creatures in all the world, and magic besides. They mate very rarely, and no place is more enchanted than one where a unicorn has been born. The last time she had seen another unicorn the young virgins who still came seeking her now and then had called to her in a different tongue; but then, she had no idea of months and years and centuries, or even of seasons. It was always spring in her forest, because she lived there, and she wandered all day among the great beech trees, keeping watch over the animals that lived in the ground and under bushes, in nests and caves, earths and treetops. Generation after generation, wolves and rabbits alike, they hunted and loved and had children and died, and as the unicorn did none of these things, she never grew tired of watching them.”
― Peter S. Beagle , The Last Unicorn

“From that first moment of doubt, there was no peace for her; from the time she first imagined leaving her forest, she could not stand in one place without wanting to be somewhere else. She trotted up and down beside her pool, restless and unhappy. Unicorns are not meant to make choices. She said no, and yes, and no again, day and night, and for the first time she began to feel the minutes crawling over her like worms.”
― Peter S. Beagle, The Last Unicorn

“Sometimes we all need a unicorn to believe in. Sometimes we need a unicorn to believe in us.”
― Claudia Bakker

“Why a unicorn? Maybe the unicorn, too, is one of the Men Without Women. I mean, I've never seen a unicorn couple. He -- it has to be a he, right? -- is always alone, sharp horn thrust toward the sky. Maybe we should adopt him as the symbol of Men Without Women, of the loneliness we carry as our burden. Perhaps we should sew unicorn badges on our breast pockets and hats, and quietly parade down streets all over the world. No music, no flags, no ticker tape. Probably.”
― Haruki Murakami

“But the important thing is for you to understand that it doesn't matter whether the clock strikes ten next, or fifteen o'clock. You can strike your own time, and start the count anywhere. When you can understand that -- then any time at all will be the right time for you.”
― Peter S. Beagle, The Last Unicorn

“The Lion and the Unicorn were fighting for the crown:
The Lion beat the Unicorn all around the town.
Some gave them white bread, some gave them brown:
Some gave them plum-cake and drummed them out of town.”
― Lewis Caroll, Alice au pays des merveilles

“He is a unicorn. I want to gently capture him and bring him back to my lab for research.”
― Amanda Mosher, Better to be able to love than to be loveable

“I might act like a rhinoceros, but I'm a unicorn.”
― Nuno Roque

“Only the spider paid no mind when the unicorn called softly to her through the open door. Arachne was busy with a web which looked to her as though the Milky Way had begun to fall like snow. The unicorn whispered, 'Weaver, freedom is better, freedom is better,' but the spider fled unhearing up and down her iron loom.”
― Peter S. Beagle

“But what use is the unicorn to you if your intellect doesn't believe in it?”
― Umberto Eco

“And at last she woke up in the middle of one warm night and said, "Yes, but now.”
― Peter S. Beagle, The Last Unicorn

“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 landslides flowing into one another. His horns were pale as scares.”
― Peter S. Beagle, The Last Unicorn

“Be a Diamond Studded Unicorn
Unbreakable & Unique”
― Coco ., Unicorn Psychosis

“I’ve never really understood,�� 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’t think you know yourselves,�� she said.”
― Peter S. Beagle, The Last Unicorn

“Taking a deep breath, she began a new tale.
"Once upon a real time, there were two girls, sister. The little one followed the elder like night follows day, and they were as different from each other as sun and moon, but like the sun and moon, neither would be the same without the other...”
― Kamilla Benko, The Unicorn Quest

“The Prancer stepped back and studied her for a moment. Then, with a gleam in his eye, he said, 'All unicorns know the Land. Few humans do. But no unicorn knows how to brew ale.'

'I’m glad humans have some use.'

'Only those who can brew ale.”
― Chrys Cymri, The Dragon Throne

“O dieses ist das Tier, das es nicht giebt.
Sie wußtens nicht und habens jeden Falls
�� sein Wandeln, seine Haltung, seinen Hals,
bis in des stillen Blickes Licht �� geliebt.

Zwar war es nicht. Doch weil sie’s liebten, ward
ein reines Tier. Sie ließen immer Raum.
Und in dem Raume, klar und ausgespart,
erhob es leicht sein Haupt und brauchte kaum

zu sein


È questo l’animale favoloso,
che non esiste. Non veduto mai,
ne amaron le movenze, il collo, il passo:
fino la luce dello sguardo calmo.
Pure “non era��. Ma perchè lo amarono,
divenne. Intatto. Gli lasciavan sempre
più spazio. E in quello spazio chiaro, etereo:
serbato a lui �� levò, leggiero, il capo.

And here we have the creature that is not.
But they did not allow this , and as it happens
- his gait and bearing, his arched neck,
even the light in his eyes - they loved it all.

Yet truly he was not. But because they loved him
the beast was seen. And always they made room.
And in that space, empty and unbounded,
he raised an elegant head, yet hardly fought

for his existence.

Oh ! C'est elle, la bête qui n'existe pas.
Eux, ils n'en savaient rien, et de toutes façons
- son allure et son port, son col et même la lumière
calme de son regard - ils l'ont aimée.

Elle, c'est vrai, n'existait point. Mais parce qu'ils l'aimaient
bête pure, elle fut. Toujours ils lui laissaient l'espace.
Et dans ce clair espace épargné, doucement,
Elle leva la tête, ayant à peine besoin d'être.”
― rilke

“No, something far more mysterious has taken Felix. He has heard the unicorn." Like a performer, the cat gave a dramatic pause.
"Um," said Lionheart.
"You have no idea what I'm talking about, have you?"
"No, sorry."
"Mortals," growled the cat.”
― Anne Elisabeth Stengl, Moonblood

“. . . you can read my mind,�� Parmida realized.
“When it is open to me,�� Azra admitted apologetically. ��. . . I love you too, by the way.”
― Ash Gray, Tales of Talithia

“Be a unicorn, not a twatapotamus.”
― Lani Lynn Vale, Mess Me Up

“Una ardilla es una rata, lo que un unicornio es una mula.”
― Luis Alberto Bravo, Las ardillas del Orden Enano

“You are here because Fate invited you. You cannot go back the way you came. I suggest you go forward instead.”
― Emigh Cannaday, The Flame and the Arrow

“Is there n-nothing you can do?�� Parmida asked, wiping her tears away with the heel of her hand.
The unicorn laughed softly. “She asks for a boon after shooting me in the ass.”
― Ash Gray, Tales of Talithia

“There's a lot of loose thinking about magic. People go around talking about mystic harmonies and cosmic balances and unicorns, all of which is to real magic what a glove puppet is to the Royal Shakespeare Company.

Real magic is the hand around the bandsaw, the thrown spark in the powder keg, the dimension-warp linking you straight into the heart of a star, the flaming sword that burns all the way down to the pommel. Sooner juggle torches in a tar pit than mess with real magic. Sooner lie down in front of a thousand elephants.”
― Terry Pratchett, Moving Pictures

“My father doesn't ask why I'm in the back after the first morning rush, making green and purple sugar paste for pan dulce. He's working on a batch of unicorn conchas, his latest stroke of genius, pan dulce covered with shells of pink, purple, and blue sugar that sell out every weekend.”
― Anna-Marie McLemore, Hungry Hearts: 13 Tales of Food & Love

“Unicorns are horses that lost faith in science.”
― Rajesh`

“:I am Topaz,: the unicorn on the hill haughtily announced, :and this is my vale.:
:I was not aware unicorns could own vales,: Wareska linked.
The unicorn stiffened, and even from this distance, Wareska could see her bright, golden eyes narrow dangerously. :Now you know,: she said with quiet menace.”
― Ash Gray, The Seaglass Stair

“This, then, is the beast that has never actually been:
not having seen one, they prized in any case
its perfect poise, its throat, the straightforward gaze it gave them back—so straightforward, so serene.

Since it had never been, it was all the more
unsullied. And they allowed it such latitude
that, in a clearing in the wood,
it raised its head as if its essence shrugged off mere

existence. They brought it on, not with oats or corn,
but with the chance, however slight,
that it would come on its own. This gave it such strength

that from its brow there sprang a horn. A single horn.
Only when it met a maiden’s white with white
Would it be bodied out in her, in her mirror’s full length.”
― Paul Muldoon, Hay

“I call her La Signora sometimes. Not for her to answer to, just for me, inside.”
― Peter S. Beagle, In Calabria