“What did you—" He swallowed. His voice was raspy. "What did you do to him?""Sightseeing. Your turn."He shivered. "No, that's all right.”

“Then what is magic for?" Prince Lír demanded wildly. "What use is wizardry if it cannot save a unicorn?" He gripped the magician's shoulder hard, to keep from falling.Schmedrick did not turn his head. With a touch of sad mockery in his voice, he said, "That's what heroes are for.”

“When he spoke, the roughness was gone from his voice. "I could tell you I did it. That's what you wanna hear. I could tell you she did it to herself, but both ways I'd be lying. It was you who did it, Lily. You didn't mean it, but it was you.”

“Did Rodney like them?"Did he like what, Catherine?""The balls on you, that's what!”

“Your father," Luke said, "what did he say to you when you saw him? What did he promise you?""Oh, you know. The usual. A lifetime's supply of Knicks tickets.”

“She looked at him in wonder. "Do people think of me like that? I only did what anybody could have done." "That's as it may be," he replied. "The fact is, that you did it.”