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If a man loved me, I would have talked myself into loving him, and I would have loved him very deeply after a while.
Peter S. Beagle
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Peter S. Beagle
Age: 85
Born: 1939
Born: April 20
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If she had touched me, he said very softly, I would have been hers and not my own, not ever again. I wanted her to touch me but I could not let her. No cat will. We let human beings caress us because it is pleasant enough and calms them - but not her. The price is more than a cat can pay.
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Beyond the town, darker than dark, King Haggard's castle teetered like a lunatic on stilts.
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She said, I will go no farther. There is no choice. We can only go on. The magician said again. We can only go on.
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Envy nobody. It is the true secret of happiness, or at least the only one I know. (By Moonlight)
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There are honest people in the world, but only because the devil considers their asking prices ridiculous.
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Don't be afraid. Don't be afraid of anything. Whatever you have been, you are mine now. I can hold you.
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Avicenna California...Museum of my twisted youth, vault of my dearest and most disgusting memories.
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I love whom I love, Prince Lir repeated firmly. You have no power over anything that matters.
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...but the enchantment of error that you put on me I must wear forever in your eyes.
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The Unicorn Sonata... tells us that our true home is often right around the corner, if we'd only open our eyes - and our ears - to find it.
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The moon was gone, but to the magician's eyes the unicorn was the moon, cold and white and very old, lighting his way to safety, or to madness.
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I am infected with life and will die of it in time.
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The woman I loved died because I did not love her enough - what greater sin is there than that? (Uncle Chaim and Aunt Fifke and the Angel)
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What happened instead was that the tree fell in love with him and began to murmur fondly of the joy to be found in the eternal embrace of a red oak. Always, always, it sighed, faithful 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.
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Real magic can never be made by offering someone else's liver. You must tear out your own, and not expect to get it back.
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The magician was studying her face with his green eyes. Your face is wet, he said worriedly. I hope that's spray. If you've become human enough to cry, then no magic in the world — oh, it must be spray. Come with me. It had better be spray.
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Marveling at his own boldness, he said softly, 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.
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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.
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But what I thought, and what I still think, and always will, is that she saw me. Nobody else has ever seen me — me, Jenny Gluckstein — like that. Not my parents, not Julian, not even Meena. Love is one thing — recognition is something else.
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Ravens bring things to people. We're like that. It's our nature. We don't like it.
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