Confidence is like a dragon where, for every head cut off, two more heads grow back.

He is a unicorn. I want to gently capture him and bring him back to my lab for research.

Love is like a unicorn with a rainbow for a horn. What I mean is it’s rare, and you’re lucky if you see it once, or at the most twice, in a given week.

Before grabbing a mythological creature, I’d recommend putting on oven mitts. Especially if you pick up a Phoenix.

You deal with mythological stuff for a few years, you learn that paradises are usually places where you get killed.

A fiery little cat you are, Caecelia. Like a lioness in heat, oh how you bloom.