Don't Be Afraid. Don't Be Afraid Of

...but The Enchantment Of Error That You Put On Me I Must Wear Forever In Your Eyes.

I Am Afraid! It Is Not Starving I Fear, Or Talking To People, Or Even Being Alone. But I Cannot Bear To Be Useless And Ineffectual. There Must Be Some Meaning To Me, If Not To My Life; There Must Surely Be Some Purpose That Has My Name Written On It. If This Is Not So, If I Am Deceiving Myself About This Too, Then Why Should I Want To Become Real? What Reason Have I To Live Anywhere?

But I Must Go On," Said The Lady Amalthea, "for It Is Never Finished. Even When I Wake, I Cannot Tell What Is Real, And What I Am Dreaming As I Move And Speak And Eat My Dinner. I Remember What Cannot Have Happened, And Forget Something That Is Happening To Me Know. People Look At Me As Though I Should Know Them, And I Do Know Them In The Dream, And Always The Fire Draws Me Nearer, Though I Am Awake—

The Most Professional Curse Ever Snarled Or Croaked Or Thundered Can Have No Effect On A Pure Heart.

Unicorns Are Not To Be Forgiven." The Magician Felt Himself Growing Giddy With Jealousy, Not Only Of The Touch But Of Something Like A Secret That Was Moving Between Molly And The Unicorn. "unicorns Are For Beginnings," He Said, "for Innocence And Purity, For Newness. Unicorns Are For Young Girls." Molly Was Stroking The Unicorn's Throat As Timidly As Though She Were Blind. She Dried Her Grimy Tears On The White Mane. "you Don't Know Much About Unicorns," She Said.