I Am What I Am. I Would

The Unicorn Sonata... Tells Us That Our True Home Is Often Right Around The Corner, If We'd Only Open Our Eyes - And Our Ears - To Find It.

He Had Never Missed God Or The Hope Of Heaven, But He Had Dearly Wanted Confession To Rest His Mind, Communion To Let Him Touch Something Beyond Father Krone's Dry, Shaky Hand, And Holy Water To Taste Like Starlight.

Unicorns Are Immortal. It Is Their Nature To Live Alone In One Place: Usually A Forest Where There Is A Pool Clear Enough For Them To See Themselves -- For They Are A Little Vain, Knowing Themselves To Be The Most Beautiful.

I Feel A Whole Country Growing Inside Me, Thousands Of Years, Millions Of People, Stupid, Crazy, Shrewd People, And All Of Them Me. I Never Felt Like That Before, I Never Felt That There Was Anything Inside Me, Even Myself.

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?