Peter S Beagle Quotes

The unicorn was gray and still. There is magic on me, she said. Why did you not tell me?I thought you knew, the magician answered gently. After all, didn't you wonder how it could be that they recogni...

You may plant your acres again, and raise up your fallen orchards and vineyards, but they will never flourish as they used to, never—until you learn to take joy in them, for no reason. He

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...

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

For the first time she began to feel the minutes crawling over her like worms.

There never is a happy ending because nothing ever ends.

Ако ме беше докоснала - каза много тихо, - щях да принадлежа на нея, а не на себе си, завинаги.Исках да ме докосне, но не можех да и го позволя.Никоя котка няма да го направи.Позволяваме на хората да...

But the enchantment of error that you put on me I must wear forever in your eyes.

Но аз съм котка, а никоя котка никъде и никога не е дала на никого ясен отговор.

A Clock is not time; it's numbers and springs. Pay it no mind.

A dream that returns so often is like to be a messenger, come to warn you of the future or to remind you of things untimely forgotten.

And Hagsgate, alas, paid her no heed. She was treated politely and referred to the proper authorities, whereupon she flew into a fury and screamed that in our eagerness to make no enemies at all, we h...

And in the whiteness, of the whiteness, flowering in the tattered water, their bodies arching with the streaked marble hollows of the waves, their manes and tails and the fragile beards of the males b...

As for you and your heart and the things you said and didn't say, she will remember them all when men are fairy tales in books written by rabbits.

As for you and your heart and the things you said and the didn't say, she will remember them all when men are fairy tales in books written by rabbits.

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 la...

Avicenna California...Museum of my twisted youth, vault of my dearest and most disgusting memories.

But I felt them...hungry shadows who knew my name, clawing at my mind and my soul to be let in - and if I let them in there would be nothing left of me but skin; nothing but a shadow inside, like them...

But she knew beyond both hope and vanity that men had changed, and the world with them, because the unicorns were gone.

Everything is for the first time. See how she moves, how she walks, how she turns her head—all for the first time, the first time anyone has ever done these things. See how she draws her breath and le...