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We are what we are forever, unchanging--you are everything all at once, past and present and future all rioting together. I pity you terribly, I could never bear to be like you, but I wonder and wonder about you.
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What use is wizardry if it cannot save a unicorn?" He gripped the magician's shoulder hard, to keep from falling. Shchmendrick did not turn his head. With a touch of sad mockery in his voice, he said, "That's what heroes are for."
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It would be a crime to eat such a mouse!" he proclaimed everywhere. "An absolute, shameful, yummy crime."
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You may plant your acres again, and raise up your fallen orchards and vineyards, but they will never flourish as they used to, never--until you learn to take joy in them, for no reason." He"
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I have been mortal, and some part of me is mortal yet. I am full of tears and hunger and the fear of death, though I cannot weep, and I want nothing, and I cannot die. I am not like the others now, for no unicorn was ever born who could regret, but I do. I regret." Schmendrick"
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If I danced with my feet As I did in my dreaming, As graceful and gleaming As death in disguise -- Oh, that would be sweet, But then would I hunger To be ten years younger, Or wedded, or wise?
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found herself looking into the face of Prince Lir. Behind him there fell a bright
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Ma Molly lo spinse da parte e ando verso l'unicorno, sgridandola come se fosse una mucca da latte smarrita. - Dove sei stata? -. Davanti al suo candore e al corno rilucente, Molly rimpiccioli come un trillante insetto, ma stavolta furono gli antichi occhi neri dell'unicorno che guardarono in basso. - Ora sono qui - disse alla fine. Molly rise con le sue labbra sottili. - E che me ne faccio del fatto che tu sei qui ora? Dov'eri venti anni fa..
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I had a good time that night, too," Michael said, "but I kept thinking, This is forever. This is forever. You will have this good time again and again, a million times over, until it will be like a play in which you and Laura and a few fugitive lives sit around an imaginary fire and talk and sing songs and love each other and sometimes throw imaginary brands at the eyes blinking beyond the circle of imaginary firelight. And then I thought -..
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imaginary-firelight
jonathan-rebeck
laura-durand
michael-morgan
forever
eternity
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the enchantment of error that you put on me I must wear forever in your eyes. We are not always what we seem, and hardly ever what we dream. Still
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The air was motionless, carved, a block of warm copper fitting neatly around the earth, molded while soft to fit every house and every human being on the earth, and now hardened forever so that no man could move and no air ever came through. The earth rumbled down its alley like a golden bowling ball, shining.
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We are all ghosts," Morris Klapper said at last. "We are conceived in a moment of death and born out of ghost wombs, and we play in the streets with other little ghosts, chanting ghost-rhymes and scratching to become real. We are told that life is full of goals and that, although it is sadly necessary to fight, you can at least choose your war. But we learn that for ghosts there can only be one battle: to become real. A few of us make it, t..
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war
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necessary-to-fight
to-become-real
real
goals
ghosts
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Velikite geroi se nuzhdaiat ot velika skr'b i breme, inache polovinata im velichie ostava nezabeliazano.Vsichko e chast ot prikazkata.
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Ne vinagi sme z'rnatoto ot ochite, i nikoga pochti - vidianoto v mechtite.
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Na khorata im triabvat geroi, no nikoi chovek ne mozhe da b'de tolkova goliam, kolkoto neobkhodimostta ot nego, i taka legendata se nasloiava okolo pes'chinka istina kato perla.
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Koito ima izbor, ne izbira. Izbira onzi, koito niama. Vsichko, shcho obichame, umira - otminaloto ne ostava.
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No, my lady, you are wrong! Death lives among the poor. Death lives in the foulest, darkest alleys of this city, in some vile, rat-ridden hovel that smells of-" He stopped here, partly because he had never been inside such a hut or thought of wondering what it smelled like. "Death lives among the poor," he went on, "and comes to visit them every day, for he is their only friend."
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Ako me beshe dokosnala - kaza mnogo tikho, - shchiakh da prinadlezha na neia, a ne na sebe si, zavinagi.Iskakh da me dokosne, no ne mozhekh da i go pozvolia.Nikoia kotka niama da go napravi.Pozvoliavame na khorata da ni galiat, zashchoto e dostat'chno priiatno i gi uspokoiava - no ne i na neia.Tsenata e po-visoka, otkolkoto mozhe da plati edna kotka.
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If there is one thing in this world that I was raised and trained to know, it is that there is only so much you may ask of the gods. Victory in battle is their lightest gift; a quiet heart is your own concern.
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nyateneri
soukyan
the-gods
victory-in-battle
your-own-concern
asking
training
victory
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Oh but I do remember her - as I shouldn't, for any number of reasons - with her ragged, grayinghair sticking out on all sides, her mouth glorious with mockery and her body wearing blood-flecked sweat as a queen wears velvet. Want her? Did I still her? I wanted to her, do you understand me? Do you understand?
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I am a good runner. There are many faster, but not so many for whom it has been as necessary to learn to become nothing but flight.
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fastest
good-runner
nothing-but-flight
lal
lal-after-dark
lal-alone
lalkhamsin-khamsolal
sailor-lal
swordcane-lal
runner
fast
necessary
running
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I was facing him before the last word was out, but I should have been dead by then. In a way I did die, right there, all that time ago, and this is a ghost who has been telling you stories and drinking your wine. You don't understand. Never mind.
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lal
lal-after-dark
lal-alone
lalkhamsin-khamsolal
never-mind
sailor-lal
swordcane-lal
telling-stories
ghosts
wine
dying
stories
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E raro che un uomo sia preso per quello che e veramente - disse. - Nel mondo spesso si commettono sbagli di valutazione. Ora, io ti ho riconosciuto come unicorno gia quando ti ho visto la prima volta, e so di essere tuo amico. Invece tu mi hai preso per un buffone, o uno stupido, o un traditore, e questo devo essere se mi vedi cosi. La magia su di te e solo magia e svanira appena sarai libera, ma l'incantesimo dell'errata opinione che tu po..
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Remember what I told you about time. When I was alive, I believed -- as you do -- that time was at least as real and solid as myself, and probably more so. I said 'one o'clock' as though I could see it, and 'Monday' as though I could find it on the map; and I let myself be hurried along from minute to minute, day to day, year to year, as though I were actually moving from one place to another. Like everyone else, I lived in a house bricked ..
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I never looked at you without seeing the sweetness of the way the world goes together, or without sorrow for its spoiling.
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And in the whiteness, of the whiteness, flowering in the tattered water, their bodies arching with the streaked marble hollows of the waves, their manes and tails and the fragile beards of the males burning in the sunlight, their eyes as dark and jeweled as the deep sea--and the shining of the horns, the seashell shining of the horns! The horns came riding in like the rainbow masts of silver ships.
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The magic on you is only magic and will vanish as soon as you are free, but the enchantment of error that you put on me I must wear forever in your eyes.
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Still I have read, or heard it sung, that unicorns when time was young, could tell the difference 'twixt the two--the false shining and the true, the lips' laugh and the heart's rue.
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The universe lies to our senses and they lie to us. And how can we ourselves be anything but liars?
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Nay, Cully, you have it backward," she called to him. "There's no such a person as you, or me, or any of us. Robin and Marian are real, and we are the legend!"
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You pile of stones, you waste, you desolation, I'll stuff you with misery till it comes out of your eyes. I'll change your heart into green grass, and all you love into a sheep. I'll turn you into a bad poet with dreams. I'll set all your toenails growing inward. You mess with me.
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There it is: that invisible boundary between conscious and not, between reality and fantasy, between here (whatever "here" is) and there (whatever "there" might be), between the seen and the seen's true nature. A line neither one thing nor ever quite the other, but now and eternally between."
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A hero is entitled to his happy ending, when it comes at last.
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Take me with you, for laughs, for luck, for the unknown. Take me with you.
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Everything is for the first time. See how she moves, how she walks, how she turns her head--all for the first time, the first time anyone has ever done these things. See how she draws her breath and lets it go again, as though no one else in the world knew that air was good. It is all for her. If I learned that she had been born this very morning, I would only
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See, they don't have winter here. I mean, they have a winter - where I live, it's liable to rain any time between November and June, or all the time - but they don't have winter. The idea of it isn't carved into them right down to the chromosomes, the way it is with us. It makes a difference. I'm going to write a book about that difference one day, when I understand it better. It'll be called The Social, Political, and Cultural Importance o..
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Peter S. Beagle |
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The universe lies to our senses, and they lie to us, and how can we ourselves be anything but liars?
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I have ended my betrothal to the princess I had agreed to marry--and if you don't think that was a heroic deed, you don't know her mother.
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She is a woman, Your Highness, and that's riddle enough.
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The Last Unicorn
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Why did they go away, do you think? If there ever were such things." "Who knows? Times change. Would you call this age a good one for unicorns?"
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But she knew beyond both hope and vanity that men had changed, and the world with them, because the unicorns were gone.
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Oh, it's a beautiful day, it's an elegant, graceful day, and I'm sailing down the Strip in glamorous Las Vegas, on my motor scooter, in company with a certified illegal prostitute who loves poetry and remembers it. Sonofabitch, I'm a real writer! I used to worry about it, but no more. Life is good.
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If I danced with my feet As I dance in my dreaming, As graceful and gleaming As Death in disguise-- Oh, that would be sweet, But then would I hunger To be ten years younger, Or wedded, or wise? The
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