Peter S Beagle Quotes

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...

The king is always watching her out of his pale eyes, wondering what she is, and the king’s son wounds himself with loving her and wonders who she is. And every day she searches the sea and the sky, t...

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

Then what is magic for? Prince Lír demanded wildly. What use is wizardry if it cannot save a unicorn? He gripped the magician's shoulder hard, to keep from falling.Schmedrick did not turn his head. Wi...

And you are truly human now. You can love, and fear, and forbid things to be what they are, and overact.

Because in a way it happened to someone else. I don't really speak that person's language anymore, and when I think about her, she embarrasses me sometimes, but I don't want to forget her, I don't wan...

She will remember them all when men are fairy tales in books written by

All around Molly there flowed and flowered a light as impossible as snow set afire, while thousands of cloven hooves sang by like cymbals. She stood very still, neither weeping nor laughing, for her j...

Always, always, it sighed, faithfulness beyond any man’s deserving. I will keep the color of your eyes when no other in the world remembers your name. There is no immortality but a tree’s love.

And what good is it to me that you're here now? Where where you twenty years ago, ten years ago? How dare you, how dare you come to me now, when I am this?

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.

But another sound followed them long after these had faded, followed them into morning on a strange road— the tiny, dry sound of a spider weeping.

Don't look back and don't run. You must never run from anything immortal. It attracts their attention.

Haggard, I would not be you for all the world, he declared. You have let your doom in by the front door, although it will not depart that way. (...) Farewell, poor Haggard, farewell!

I fear it, for her sake. It would mean that she too is a wanderer now, and that is a fate for human beings, not for unicorns. But I hope, of course I hope.

I love whom I love.

My experience is that if you need a wagonload of weaponry to feel secure, you are likely doomed before your bespoke sword clears the scabbard.

Wisdom is finding joy in bewilderment

Your name is a golden bell hung in my heart. I would break my body to pieces to call you once by your name.