The Last Unicorn

The last! I knew you were the last!

There are no happy endings because nothing ever ends.

Everything dies! I want to die when YOU die!

She will remember your heart when men are fairy tales, and books are written by rabbits.

Oh, God! I'm engaged to a Douglas fir!

I wish you had let the Red Bull take me! I wish you had left me to the harpy! I can feel this body DYING all around me!

Don't cry. If you have become human enough to cry, then all the magic in the world cannot change you back.

Mare? Mare? I — a horse! Is that what you take me for? Is that what you see? … I have forgotten that men cannot see Unicorns. If men no longer know what they're looking at, there may well be other unicorns in the world yet — unknown — and glad of it.

I am Schmendrick, the Magician, the last of the Red Hot Swamis!

The Cat: No cat out of its first fur was ever deceived by appearances, unlike human beings, who seem to enjoy it.

Be rary of wousing a wizard's wrath — rousing a rizard's — Be wary of making a magician angry! If I chose, I could turn you into a frog!

Do you still deny yourself? Do you dare still pretend to be human? I'll hurl you down to the others with my own hands if you dare deny yourself!

Don't look back, and don't run. You must never run from anything immortal; it attracts their attention.

Do not boast, old woman. Your death sits in that cage, and she hears you.

Unicorns are in the world again. No sorrow will live in me as long as that joy, save one...and I thank you for that part, too.

♪ When the last eagle flies over the last crumbling mountain And the last lion roars at the last dusty fountain In the shadow of the forest though she may be old and worn They will stare unbelieving at the last unicorn. ♪

Mabruk: [after realizing that the Lady Amalthea is a unicorn] Haggard, I would not be you for all the world. You have let your doom in by the front door, but it will not depart that way! Farewell, poor Haggard!

Celaeno: [to the Unicorn] Set me free. We are sisters, you and I.

You deserve the services of a great wizard, but I'm afraid you'll have to be glad of aid of a second-rate pickpocket.

What is the matter with your eyes? Why can I not see myself, in your eyes?