Bunny Powell

“for the first time she began to feel the minutes crawling over her like worms.”
― Peter S. Beagle, The Last Unicorn

“to the magician’s eyes the unicorn was the moon, cold and white and very old, lighting his way to safety, or to madness.”
― Peter S. Beagle, The Last Unicorn

“she is a story with no ending, happy or sad. She can never belong to anything mortal enough to want her.” Most”
― Peter S. Beagle, The Last Unicorn

“He says that there is no such thing as a cat—it is just a shape that all manner of imps, hobs, and devilkins like to put on, to gain easy entrance into the homes of men.”
― Peter S. Beagle, The Last Unicorn