[The unicorn] got up from time to time, even put on fishnet stockings on occasion, frolicked a few steps. Nothing. It took off the fishnet stockings again and sadly went to the hunter’s side and nuzzled him.

"How did you know he was a nobody if you didn't look at him, eh? Did you raise your eyes and look him in the face? Are you my wife or a whore?"

You left your quiet life for a home in the city.

my eyes have seen many things over the course of my life to date; plenty is cherished, but too much has been monotonous, pedestrianmy hands, always striving, working, longing, trying for epic, eagermy lips would, if they could, be concerned exclusively with kissingmy …