Peter S Beagle Quotes

This world, that world, doesn't matter. You never make people to see what you see, hear, feel what you feel. Notes don't do it, words don't do it, paints, bronze, marble, nothing. All you can do, you...

A hero is entitled to his happy ending, when it comes at last.

Ah. My story. Are you certain you wish to hear it? It is long, unlikely, and remarkably unedifying -- shameful, even, to come from a minister's lips. Blasphemous, too, properly regarded.

There is an old saying that there is no country as unhappy as one that need heroes.(King Pelles the Sure)

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

There are honest people in the world, but only because the devil considers their asking prices ridiculous.

But I must go on, said the Lady Amalthea, for it is never finished. Even when I wake, I cannot tell what is real, and what I am dreaming as I move and speak and eat my dinner. I remember what cannot h...

Don't be afraid. Don't be afraid of anything. Whatever you have been, you are mine now. I can hold you.

She touched you twice,' he said in a little while. 'The first touch was to bring you to life again, but the second was for you.

Once you had your man, you let all your accomplishments go. You don’t sew or sing any more, you haven’t illuminated a manuscript in years—and

Where you are going now,' Schmendrick answered, 'few will mean you anything but evil, and a friendly heart— however foolish — may be as welcome as water one day. Take me with you, for laughs, for luck...

Heroes know that things must happen when it is time for them to happen. A quest may not simply be abandoned; unicorns may go unrescued for a long time, but not forever; a happy ending cannot come in t...

The most professional curse ever snarled or croaked or thundered can have no effect on a pure heart.

How's the Angel of Death supposed to do his job with clipped wings?

I hate selkie stories. They're always about how you went up to the attic to look for a book, and you found a disgusting old coat and brought it downstairs between finger and thumb and said What's this...

I would enter your sleep if I could, and guard you there, and slay the thing that hounds you, as I would if it had the courage to face me in fair daylight. But I cannot come in unless you dream of me....

Where have you been? she cried. Damn you, where have you been? She took a few steps toward Schmendrick, but she was looking beyond him, at the unicorn.When she tried to get by, the magician stood in h...

There’s more meaning than magic to this. The

The dead, he had said once, need nothing from the living, and the living can give nothing to the dead. At twenty-two, it had sounded precocious; at thirty-four, it sounded mature, and this pleased Mic...

What I forget not only ceases to exist, but never really existed in the first place.