There Are No Happy Endings, Because Nothing

I Love Whom I Love," Prince Lir Repeated Firmly. "you Have No Power Over Anything That Matters.

Sitting Up All Night Would Be Pointless If Somebody You Loved Wasn't Sitting Up With You, Picking Out Music To Play And Helping You Kill The Bourbon. Walking By Yourself In The Rain Is For College Kids Who Think Loneliness Makes Poets.

I'll Tell You Something. Once I Was Very Fond Of A Poem By Emily Dickinson Or Somebody. I Only Remember One Line Of It, But It Goes, 'the Soul Selects Her Own Society.' I Used To Tell It To Everybody. Once I Quoted It To A Friend Of Mine, And He Said, 'maybe, But The Body Gets Thrown Into Bed With The Goddamnedest People.

I Suppose I Could Understand It If Men Had Simply Forgotten Unicorns, But Not To See Them At All, To Look At Them And See Something Else — What Do They Look To One Another, Then? What Do Trees Look Like To Them, Or Houses, Or Real Horses, Or Their Own Children?

Unicorn. Old French, Unicorne. Latin, Unicornis. Literally, One-horned: Unus, One And Cornu,a Horn. A Fabulous Animal Resembling A Horse With One Horn.