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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 1e1f6cc | 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 .. | Peter S. Beagle | ||
| 843420e | I never looked at you without seeing the sweetness of the way the world goes together, or without sorrow for its spoiling. | Peter S. Beagle | ||
| 0100c66 | 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. | Peter S. Beagle | ||
| 51759e0 | 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. | Peter S. Beagle | ||
| 2928661 | 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. | Peter S. Beagle | ||
| 4b809f6 | The universe lies to our senses and they lie to us. And how can we ourselves be anything but liars? | Peter S. Beagle | ||
| cb4e09d | 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!" | Peter S. Beagle | ||
| 5cdd802 | 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. | Peter S. Beagle | ||
| c31f902 | 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." | Peter S. Beagle | ||
| 4a772db | A hero is entitled to his happy ending, when it comes at last. | Peter S. Beagle | ||
| efeeb79 | Take me with you, for laughs, for luck, for the unknown. Take me with you. | Peter S. Beagle | ||
| a6c82ef | 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 | Peter S. Beagle | ||
| 8ca17fb | 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.. | Peter S. Beagle | ||
| 9d96e34 | The universe lies to our senses, and they lie to us, and how can we ourselves be anything but liars? | Peter S. Beagle | ||
| 1e1273a | 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. | Peter S. Beagle | ||
| efd706f | She is a woman, Your Highness, and that's riddle enough. | Peter S. Beagle | ||
| ef528fa | The Last Unicorn | Peter S. Beagle | ||
| c689ff7 | 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?" | Peter S. Beagle | ||
| a263405 | But she knew beyond both hope and vanity that men had changed, and the world with them, because the unicorns were gone. | Peter S. Beagle | ||
| d2fde4c | 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. | Peter S. Beagle | ||
| 7781a48 | 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 | Peter S. Beagle | ||
| beaea4f | Any woman can weep without tears," she answered over her shoulder, "and most can heal with their hands. It depends on the wound. She is a woman, Your Highness, and that's riddle enough." But" | Peter S. Beagle | ||
| 9db9edf | I don't think I could ever see her closely," the sentinel replied, "however close she came." | Peter S. Beagle | ||
| ed1ced5 | That is most of it, being a wizard--seeing and listening. | Peter S. Beagle | ||
| 519d1d2 | The long road hurried to nowhere and had no end. | Peter S. Beagle | ||
| 4700413 | for no one can keep a unicorn in his head for long; | Peter S. Beagle | ||
| fbbd8c3 | There's more meaning than magic to this." The" | Peter S. Beagle | ||
| c849793 | Anyone can say he's a magician these days. The old standards are gone, the old values have been abandoned. Besides, a real magician has a beard. | Peter S. Beagle | ||
| dea802a | Do you know what I am, butterfly?" the unicorn asked hopefully, and he replied. "Excellent well, you're a fishmonger. You're my everything, you are my sunshine, you are old and gray and full of sleep, you're my pickle-face, consumptive Mary Jane." He paused, fluttering his wings against the wind, and added conversationally, "Your name is a golden bell hung in my heart. I would break my body to pieces to call you once by your name." | Peter S. Beagle | ||
| 6663d0c | What I forget not only ceases to exist, but never really existed in the first place. | Peter S. Beagle | ||
| 50c19ea | It's a rare man who is taken for what he truly is, | Peter S. Beagle | ||
| 19bf6aa | We are used men, spent men--but if you would see miracles, you have only to request the impossible of us. We will become young again if you wish it so. | Peter S. Beagle | ||
| eb8258d | I am a cat, and no cat anywhere ever gave anyone a straight answer. | Peter S. Beagle | ||
| cf5a5b0 | How terrible it would be if all my people had been turned human by well-meaning wizards--exiled, | Peter S. Beagle | ||
| 99bf1c4 | The universe lies to our senses, and they lie to us, and how can we ourselves be anything but liars? For myself, I trust neither the message nor the messenger; neither what I am told, not what I see. There may be truth somewhere but it never gets down to me. | Peter S. Beagle | ||
| 12b6016 | It all seems a bit unfair, my lord, begging your pardon. What could we have done to save the unicorns? We were afraid of the Red Bull. What could we have done?" "One word might have been enough," King Lir replied. "You'll never know now." He" | Peter S. Beagle | ||
| 6d5abf3 | She was one woman who knew what to do with a slight moral edge. The | Peter S. Beagle | ||
| f1e7c27 | But I would have chosen any other than this for my prison. A rhinoceros is as ugly as a human being, and it too is going to die, but at least it never thinks that it is beautiful. | Peter S. Beagle | ||
| 4ed768e | They broaden our outlook... set us to looking inward... | Peter S. Beagle | ||
| ad23659 | He is not a bad man, and that, I realize suddenly, is the root of my hurt. He is not a bad man at all. And yet-- | Peter S. Beagle | ||
| b014c06 | To the unicorn he spoke without grooming or ordering his thoughts, without concern as to what such a creature might think of him--as though, in fact, to the oldest of old friends. | Peter S. Beagle | ||
| cbe82ec | Once you had your man, you let all your accomplishments go. You don't sew or sing any more, you haven't illuminated a manuscript in years--and | Peter S. Beagle | ||
| 796f88e | The ludicrousness of admonishing an immortal creature to be careful was a little more than his sense of the absurd could tolerate. | Peter S. Beagle | ||
| d12db60 | What magical thing could you want so badly that they take you away from the known world for wanting it? | Peter S. Beagle |