What is plucked will grow again, What is slain lives on, What is stolen will remain — What is gone is gone. - Peter S. Beagle

He ran,” the unicorn said. “You must never run from anything immortal. It attracts their attention.” Her voice was gentle, and without pity. “Never run,” she said. “Walk slowly, and pretend to be thinking of something else. Sing a song, say a poem, do your tricks, but walk slowly and she may not follow. Walk very slowly, magician.

"Any woman can weep without tears," she answered over her shoulder, "and most can heal with their hands. It depends on the wound. She is a woman, Your Highness, and that's riddle enough"

"I love you," Laura said hopelessly. "I'd love you if you were afraid of everything in the world."