The sight of her makes me want to do battle with all evil and ugliness, - Peter S. Beagle

"Why did they go away, do you think? If there ever were such things."
"Who knows? Times change. Would you call this age a good one for unicorns?"
"No, but I wonder if any man before us ever thought his time a good time for unicorns."

As for you and your heart and the things you said and the didn't say, she will remember them all when men are fairy tales in books written by rabbits.

All around Molly there flowed and flowered a light as impossible as snow set afire, while thousands of cloven hooves sang by like cymbals. She stood very still, neither weeping nor laughing, for her joy was too great for her body to understand.