Peter S Beagle Quotes

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

Unicorn, mermaid, lamia, sorceress, Gorgon—no name you give her would surprise me, or frighten me. I love whom I love.

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!

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.

When you walk, you make an echo where they used to be.

Farrell had seen pure white drunkenness before, but not often enough to recognize it at sight. He knew the thing itself, however--the freight train rattling and lurching comically from hilarity to slo...

Girls like poems better than dead dragons and magic swords,

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.

Hell of an ornithologist you'd make.

I fall in love with one special hat, but it happens to be on the head of the old Indian who is waiting on us. It is an old black hat, broken with white lines where it must have been crumpled and stepp...

If I danced with my feet As I did in my dreaming,As graceful and gleamingAs death in disguise --Oh, that would be sweet,But then would I hungerTo be ten years younger,Or wedded, or wise?

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

Lir said, It is my right. A hero is entitled to his happy ending, when it comes at last. But Schmendrick answered, This is not the end, either for you or for her.

There's more meaning than magic to this

The sight of men filled her with an old, slow, strange mixture of tenderness and terror.

She heard hearts bounce, tears brewing, and breath going backward, but nobody said a word. By the sorrow and loss and sweetness in their faces she knew that they recognized her, and she accepted their...

She was one woman who knew what to do with a slight moral edge. The

So you're an angel, fine, that's terrific. Now give me back my shadows. (Uncle Chaim and Aunt Rifke and the Angel)

Take me with you, for laughs, for luck, for the unknown. Take me with you.

The impulse is being called reactionary now, but lovers of Middle-earth want to go there. I would myself, like a shot. For in the end it is Middle-earth and its dwellers that we love, not Tolkien’s co...