The Horns Came Riding In

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?

Sing To Me," She Said. "that Would Be Valiant, To Raise Your Voice In This Dark, Lonely Place, And It Will Be Useful As Well. Sing To Me, Sing Loudly-drown Out My Dreams, Keep Me From Remembering Whatever Wants Me To Remember It. Sing To Me, My Lord Prince, If It Please You. It May Not Seem A Hero's Task, But I Would Be Glad Of It.

We Are Raised To Honor All The Wrong Explorers And Discoverers Thieves Planting Flags, Murderers Carrying Crosses. Let Us At Last Praise The Colonizers Of Dreams.

What Use Is Magic If It Can't Save A Unicorn?

You Have To Be Very Deep To Be Dead, He Thought, And I'm Not. He Began To Have Some Concept Of Forever, And His Mind Shivered As His Body Had When He Had Wakened In The Cold Nights And Thrust His Hands Between His Thighs To Keep Warm. It Will Be A Long Night, He Thought.