The tale started, as many tales have started, in Wall. Immediately to the east of Wall is a high grey rock wall, from which the town takes its name.

There is something about riding a unicorn, for those people who still can, which is unlike any other experience: exhilarating, and intoxicating, and fine.

Inevitabilmente trattenuti dal mondo

He wondered how it could have taken him so long to realize he cared for her, and he told her so, and she called him an idiot, and he declared that it was the finest thing that ever a man had been called.

The squirrel has not yet found the acorn that will grow into the oak that will be cut to form the cradle of the babe that will grow to slay me.

You saved my life didn't you? (Yvaine)I suppose i must have... (Tristan)I hate you... I hated you for everything already, but now I hate you most of all. (Yvaine)

Are we human because we gaze at the stars, or do we gaze at the stars because we are human.

A philosopher once asked, "Are we human because we gaze at the stars, or do we gaze at them because we are human?" Pointless, really..."Do the stars gaze back?" Now that's a question.