Wisdom Is Finding Joy In

The Unicorn Halted In Her Slow, Desperate Round Of The Cage, Realizing For The First Time That The Magician Understood Her Speech. He Smiled, And She Saw That His Face Was Frighteningly Young For A Grown Man-untraveled By Time, Unvisited By Grief Or Wisdom. "i Know You," He Said.

No," He Repeated, And This Time The Word Tolled In Another Voice, A King's Voice... Whose Grief Was Not For What He Did Not Have, But For What He Could Not Give.

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.

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.

There Never Is A Happy Ending Because Nothing Ever Ends.