Peter S Beagle Quotes

I've never really undestood, the unicorn mused as the man picked himself up, what you dream of doing with me, once you've caught me.The man leaped again, and she slipped away from him like rain. I don...

Real magic can never be made by offering up someone else’s liver. You must tear out your own, and not expect to get it back. The true witches know that. A

So I had something to do, something I'd done, someplace to go, and something to look forward to. That's a reasonable way to live. I enjoyed myself living. I had a good time. How much else can you ask...

The Last Unicorn

Sing to me, she said. That would be valiant, to raise your voice in this dark, lonely place, and it will be useful as well. Sing to me, sing loudly-drown out my dreams, keep me from remembering whatev...

You were the one who taught me, he said. I never looked at you without seeing the sweetness of the way the world goes together, or without sorrow for its spoiling. I became a hero to serve you, and al...

He is not a bad man, and that, I realize suddenly, is the root of my hurt. He is not a bad man at all. And yet—

È raro che un uomo sia preso per quello che è veramente – disse. – Nel mondo spesso si commettono sbagli di valutazione. Ora, io ti ho riconosciuto come unicorno già quando ti ho visto la prima volta,...

…but to the unicorn’s eyes Molly was becoming a softer country, full of pools and caves, where old flowers came burning out of the ground. Under the dirt and indifference, she appeared only thirty-sev...

The unicorn was weary of human beings. Watching her companions as they slept, seeing the shadows of their dreams scurry over their faces, she would feel herself bending under the heaviness of knowing...

I am afraid! It is not starving I fear, or talking to people, or even being alone. But I cannot bear to be useless and ineffectual. There must be some meaning to me, if not to my life; there must sure...

Found herself looking into the face of Prince Lír. Behind him there fell a bright

I have my power at last, but the world is still too heavy for me to move, though my friend Lír might think otherwise.

I’m a magician with no magic, and that’s no one at all.

I know why you did it too. You can't become mortal yourself until you change her back again. Isn't that it? You don't care what happens to her, or to the others, just as long as you become a real magi...

You're in the story with the rest of us now, and you must go with it, whether you will or no.

The tune was wailing and mournful, almost flagrantly so, and the total effect was of a heartbroken piccolo being parted forever from its bagpipe lover.

I'll tell you something. Once I was very fond of a poem by Emily Dickinson or somebody. I only remember one line of it, but it goes, 'The soul selects her own society.' I used to tell it to everybody....

Walking by yourself in the rain is for college kids who think loneliness makes poets.

She did not look anything like a horned horse, as unicorns are often pictured, being smaller and cloven-hoofed, and possessing that oldest, wildest grace that horses have never had, that deer have onl...