“ 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 hone… Peter S Beagle
“ 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. Peter S Beagle
“ There are no happy endings, he knew, because nothing ends; and if there were any being dispensed, a great many worthier people would be in line for them long before Michael and Laura and himself. But… Peter S Beagle
“ 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 b… Peter S Beagle
“ From that first moment of doubt, there was no peace for her; from the time she first imagined leaving her forest, she could not stand in one place without wanting to be somewhere else. She trotted up… Peter S Beagle
“ They know these mornings well and love them desperately because they cannot last - these people who know that nothing lasts. Peter S Beagle
“ 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 drinkin… Peter S Beagle
“ Real magic can never be made by offering someone else's liver. You must tear out your own, and not expect to get it back. Peter S Beagle
“ Alarm clocks were going off in the city now. One after another, sometimes two or three together, they drove their small silver knives into the body of the great dream that sprawled naked on the houset… Peter S Beagle
“ 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… Peter S Beagle
“ All right, all right for you, you pretentious kneecap! How would you like a punch in the eye? Peter S Beagle
“ Sure, she loves him. But they've got two different ideas of love. He wants to dance with her on a terrace with a full moon and a thirty-six-piece orchestra; he wants to go singing through storms with… Peter S Beagle
“ Spiders and sowbugs and beetles and crickets, Slugs from the roses and ticks from the thickets, Grasshoppers, snails, and a quail's egg or two— All to be regurgitated for you.Lullaby, lullaby, swin… Peter S Beagle
“ I suppose I could understand it if men had simply forgotten unicorns, or if they had changed so that they hated all unicorns now and tried to kill them when they saw them. But not to see them at all,… Peter S Beagle
“ 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… Peter S Beagle
“ When we go to the fair in disguise, we never win at archery or at singlestick. We do get some nice compliments on our disguises, but no more than that. Peter S Beagle
“ Man searches constantly for identity, he thought as he trotted along the gravel path. He has no real proof of this existence except for the reaction of other people to that fact. So he listens very cl… Peter S Beagle
“ We don't steal from the rich and give to the poor. We steal from the poor because they can't fight back --most of them-- and the rich take from us because they could wipe us out in a day. Peter S Beagle
“ [The unicorn] sighed and plodded on, both amused and disappointed. It serves you right, she told herself. You know better than to expect a butterfly to know your name. All they know are songs and poet… Peter S Beagle
