Peter S Beagle Quotes

For no one can keep a unicorn in his head for long;

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?

Claudio Bianchi did write poetry [...] He had no vanity about this, no fantasies of literary celebrity; he simply took pleasure putting words in order, exactly as he laid out seedlings in the spring,...

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, y...

Farewell,' she said. 'I hope you hear many more songs' - which was the best way she could think of to say good-bye to a butterfly.

На хората им трябват герои, но никой човек не може да бъде толкова голям, колкото необходимостта от него, и така легендата се наслоява около песъчинка истина като перла.

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.

How can it be? she wondered. I suppose I could understand it if men had simply forgotten unicorns (...) But not to see them at all, to look at them and see something else — what do they look to one an...

I am a black stone, the size of a kitchen stove. They wash me in the stream every summer and sing over me. I am skulls and cocks, spring rain and the blood of the bull. Virgins lie with strangers in m...

I am a cat, and no cat anywhere ever gave anyone a straight answer.

I am a king's daughter,And if I cared to care,The moon that has no mistressWould flutter in my hair.No one dares to cherishWhat I choose to crave.Never have I hungered,For that I did not haveI am a ki...

I am a king’s daughter, And if I cared to care, The moon that has no mistress Would flutter in my hair.

I don’t think I could ever see her closely, the sentinel replied, however close she came.

I feel a whole country growing inside me, thousands of years, millions of people, stupid, crazy, shrewd people, and all of them me. I never felt like that before, I never felt that there was anything...

I know exactly how you feel, Schmendrick said eagerly. The unicorn looked at him out of dark, endless eyes, and he smiled nervously and looked at his hands. It's a rare man who is taken for what he tr...

I love whom I love, Prince Lir repeated firmly. You have no power over anything that matters.

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 b...

I will keep the colour of your eyes until no other in the world remembers your name.

No, my friend, he responded finally. I am not God, no more than you. But I think you and I are equally part of God as we stand here, and he swept his arm wide to take in all the slow, dark shiver of t...

Oh but I do remember her - as I shouldn't, for any number of reasons - with her ragged, grayinghair sticking out on all sides, her mouth glorious with mockery and her body wearing blood-flecked sweat...