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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 0a25305 | I have heard all of the stories about girls like me, and I am unafraid to make more of them. | Peter S. Beagle | ||
| c2fbe2c | Why are you hoping to kill the unicorns? Why would you not just take pictures, videos, with your cell phones, your fancy digital cameras, and let them be?" The young men looked at him, and then at each other, in plain astonishment They were not bad or vicious young men. They replied by turns, but they might as well have been speaking in unison. "What would be the point of that? Without the horn, the skull, all mounted on the wall, what woul.. | Peter S. Beagle | ||
| c215da2 | The moral of that story, I think, is that being poor will kill you. Or perhaps the moral is that brides never fare well in stories, and one should avoid either being a bride, or being in a story. After all, stories can sense happiness and snuff it out like a candle. | Peter S. Beagle | ||
| e48de0a | He wrote a poem about that, about not knowing so many things in a life. The poem was a failure, as far as he was ever concerned; he felt so about most of the poems he wrote during that time. Which was odd, when he thought much about it, because it was a really good time, taken all in all. | Peter S. Beagle | ||
| ec19f09 | He never allowed himself to grow less vigilant; but happiness is the old enemy of watchfulness, and Bianchi was practically happy. Growling contentment is not the same thing, but he hadn't known. | Peter S. Beagle | ||
| fb13388 | Can you write a poem about someone's snores? About trying not to sneeze when her hair tickles my nose? About that one tiny barely audible fart against my leg? | Peter S. Beagle | ||
| f247938 | They may be apart sometimes, they may come and go as they choose--what can love be like when you live forever?--but they wait for each other, they find each other, they are together always! | Peter S. Beagle | ||
| ed2b728 | La Signora looked into his eyes, as she had done before, but this time Bianchi looked back and lost himself in a bright wilderness: a forest filled with glowing, shifting shadows, where nothing threatened, but nothing he knew applied, nothing he recognized held its shape for long. He felt himself altering, amending, as he wandered there--for how long?--until he had to make himself return while there was still a himself to command. And that .. | Peter S. Beagle | ||
| 3772083 | Now I knew you for a unicorn when I first saw you, and I know that I am your friend. Yet you take me for a clown, or a clod, or a betrayer, and so must I be if you see me so. The magic on you is only magic and will | Peter S. Beagle | ||
| 4b6f4a4 | What is plucked will grow again, What is slain lives on, What is stolen will remain-- What is gone is gone. | Peter S. Beagle | ||
| 7d5b2ab | She had never minded being alone, never seeing another unicorn, | Peter S. Beagle | ||
| d96d4c1 | There is never a happy ending because nothing ever ends. | Peter S. Beagle | ||
| e50f6e3 | It's whatever we can get, then," she said, "on whatever terms we can get it." | Peter S. Beagle | ||
| 4dc4e0c | As my date--Harvey? Harvard?--brags about his alma mater and Manhattan penthouse, I take a bite of overpriced kale and watch his ugly thoughts swirl overhead. | Peter S. Beagle | ||
| f256413 | Oh, Lor' bless ou , mum,' Azazel answered quickly, 'I am laden with all sorts of gimcracks and gaudy gewgaws, fripperies, filigrees, and fooleries, not to mention frivolities, fancies, and fiddledeedees. I have all kinds of iridescent idiocies, and any number of oddities, ordinary or obsolescent, as well as a fair supply of spangled sillinesses, though I may as well warn you, they're taking those off the market, and I won't be able to get y.. | gimcracks nonsense oddities peddler sale | Peter S. Beagle | |
| 532e78a | As the Empire wades into the East River hand in hand with the Chrysler, other love-struck structures begin to talk. We're watching from the windows as apartment towers lean in to gossip, stretching laundry lines finger to finger. Grand Central, as stout and elegant as a survivor of the Titanic, stands up, shakes her skirts, and pays a visit to Pennsylvania Station, that Beaux-Arts bangle. The Flatiron and Cleopatra's Needle shiver with sudd.. | Peter S. Beagle | ||
| 21d8250 | I have my power at last, but the world is still too heavy for me to move, though my friend Lir might think otherwise. | Peter S. Beagle | ||
| 34f68c9 | There is nothing like you anywhere among all the stones in the sky, do you realize that? You are the wonder of the cosmos, possibly for embarrassing reasons, but anyway a wonder. | embarrassing sky stones unique wonder | Peter S. Beagle | |
| 1aae4ac | Her face was a stranger's face, which was as it should be. Love each other from the day we are born to the day we die, we are still strangers every minute, and nobody should forget that, even though we have to. | lukassa stranger tikat | Peter S. Beagle | |
| dad9137 | I hate selkie stories. They're always about how you went up to the attic to look for a book, and you found a disgusting old coat and brought it downstairs between finger and thumb and said "What's this?", and you never saw your mom again." | Peter S. Beagle | ||
| ddeb892 | At last he said to me, 'My son, your ineptitude is so vast, your incompetence so profound, that I am certain you are inhabited by greater power than I have ever known. | peter-s-beagle the-last-unicorn | Peter S. Beagle | |
| 2d5955b | Julie started the engine, and the air around the BSA danced to life, this time enclosing them in a roaring privacy - a momentary country, trembling at the curb. Outside, beyond their borders, the honey-slow twilight was thinning and quickening to a cold, dusty lavender. Skateboarders hurtled past like moths, urgently contorted, one-dimensional in the pale headlights rushing up the hill toward them. | motorcycle privacy skateboarders twilight | Peter S. Beagle | |
| ec72477 | On All Dogs Go to Heaven: Lastly, the heaven illustrated in the movie didn't seam much like the one being advertised during Big Church services. I mean, three was a whippet dog playing the role of Saint Peter, which is super dubious because I think if dogs uniformly had to elect a particular breed as the representative sample of goodness greeting them as the shuffled off their mortal coils (leashes?) and entered into eternity, it would prob.. | Knox McCoy | ||
| 19a747d | Si descubria nuevos mundos, poco importaba que fuese por error. | Jack Williamson | ||
| f89434d | They screwed with democracy. I'm not going to lose much sleep when democracy screws them back. | Alastair Reynolds | ||
| 54c6819 | We probably seem to be anti-religious...none of us believes in God. | Paul McCartney | ||
| 7d754cb | One trusted machines. But one never expected machines to return the favor. | Alastair Reynolds | ||
| aeb3b98 | I wasn't really dead. | Paul McCartney | ||
| f11d4ad | You are that rarest of creatures: a man with the wisdom to see beyond his own time. | Alastair Reynolds | ||
| 100e2dd | Are you threatening me, shatterling""No, just indulging in a little wishful thinking." | Alastair Reynolds | ||
| 6284618 | No act of knowledge acquisition is entirely without risk. | Alastair Reynolds | ||
| e7a1fd4 | We thought we'd be really big in Liverpool. | Paul McCartney | ||
| d3d1d57 | What a fucking great band we were. | Paul McCartney | ||
| d8bbc39 | We're flexible," Campion said. "It's the price we pay for being sentient." | Alastair Reynolds | ||
| 5559967 | The Culture gives us so much, but in fact it's only taking things away from us, lobotimizings everybody in it, taking away their choices, their potential for being really good or even slightly bad. | Iain M. Banks | ||
| b794a84 | We were sowing so much misinformation that some of it came back and bit us. | Alastair Reynolds | ||
| ec90100 | Us with our busy, busy little lives, finding no better way to pass our years than in competitive disdain. And what the Idirans | Iain M. Banks | ||
| 4aa1f96 | Don't you think it's hilarious when people think they're being terribly clever? I know I do. Just as well some of us genuinely fucking are or we'd be in a hell of a fucking state. | Iain M. Banks | ||
| dda4c70 | It was like flying upside-down over a planet made of metal; and of all the sights the galaxy held which were the result of conscious effort, it was one bested for what the Culture would call gawp value only by a big Ring, or a Sphere. | Iain M. Banks | ||
| 2fb151e | Tell me, what is happiness?" "Happiness? Happiness... is to wake up, on a bright spring morning, after an exhausting first night spent with a beautiful... passionate... multi-murderess." | Iain M. Banks | ||
| e75557f | The drone told him one in ten of the people he passed on the street would be treated for mental illness at some point in their lives. The figure was higher for males than for apices, and higher for females than either. The same applied to the rates of suicide, which was illegal. | Iain M. Banks | ||
| 516dd6c | experience as well as common sense indicated that the most reliable method of avoiding self-extinction was not to equip oneself with the means to accomplish it in the first place. | Iain M. Banks | ||
| 2f2213a | He gazed out to sea for a moment, then added, "One should never mistake pattern ... for meaning." | Iain M. Banks | ||
| a0a9256 | Their history wasn't so far off the mean track, they were going through what a thousand other civilizations had gone through, and no doubt in the childhood of each of those there had been countless occasions when all any decent, well-balanced, reasonable and humanely concerned observer would have wanted to do was scream in despair. | Iain M. Banks |