Unicorn. Old French, Unicorne. Latin, Unicornis. Literally,

Men Have To Have Heroes, But No Man Can Ever Be As Big As The Need, And So A Legend Grows Around A Grain Of Truth, Like A Pearl.

The Woman I Loved Died Because I Did Not Love Her Enough - What Greater Sin Is There Than That?" (uncle Chaim And Aunt Fifke And The Angel)

The True Secret In Being A Hero Lies In Knowing The Order Of Things. The Swineherd Cannot Already Be Wed To The Princess When He Embarks On His Adventures, Nor Can The Boy Knock On The Witch's Door When She Is Already Away On Vacation. The Wicked Uncle Cannot Be Found Out And Foiled Before He Does Something Wicked. Things Must Happen When It Is Time For Them To Happen. Quests May Not Simply Be Abandoned; Prophecies May Not Be Left To Rot Like Unpicked Fruit; Unicorns May Go Unrescued For A Very Long Time, But Not Forever. The Happy Ending Cannot Come In The Middle Of The Story.

The Unicorn Lived In A Lilac Wood, And She Lived All Alone. She Was Very Old, Though She Did Not Know It, And She Was No Longer The Careless Color Of Sea Foam But Rather The Color Of Snow Falling On A Moonlit Night. But Her Eyes Were Still Clear And Unwearied, And She Still Moved Like A Shadow On The Sea.

The Lady Amalthea Beckoned, And The Cat Wriggled All Over, Like A Dog, But He Would Not Come Near... She Was Offering Her Open Palm To The Crook-eared Cat, But He Stayed Where He Was, Shivering With The Desire To Go To Her"...[later, Molly Asked The Cat] "why Were You Afraid To Let Her Touch You? I Saw You. You Were Afraid Of Her." "if She Had Touched Me," He Said Very Softly, "i Would Have Been Hers And Not My Own, Not Ever Again. I Wanted Her To Touch Me But I Could Not Let Her. No Cat Will... The Price Is More Than A Cat Can Pay.