"song of elli (old age) "What is plucked will grow again, What is slain lives on, What is stolen will remain What is gone is gone... What is sea-bor… - Peter S. Beagle

What is plucked will grow again,
What is slain lives on,
What is stolen will remain — What is gone is gone.

What is plucked will grow again, What is slain lives on, What is stolen will remain — What is gone is gone.

It’s like marriage. The race there is between total knowledge of each other and death. If death comes first, it’s considered a successful marriage.

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.

"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.