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The most professional curse ever snarled or croaked or thundered can have no effect on a pure heart.
Peter S. Beagle
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Peter S. Beagle
Age: 85
Born: 1939
Born: April 20
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Lir said, It is my right. A hero is entitled to his happy ending, when it comes at last. But Schmendrick answered, This is not the end, either for you or for her.
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- and you are truly human now. You can love, and fear, and forbid things to be what they are, and overact.
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Beyond the town, darker than dark, King Haggard's castle teetered like a lunatic on stilts.
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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.
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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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Only to a magician is the world forever fluid, infinitely mutable and eternally new. Only he knows the secret of change, only he knows truly that all things are crouched in eagerness to become something else, and it is from this universal tension that he draws his power.
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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 whatever wants me to remember it. Sing to me, my lord prince, if it please you. It may not seem a hero's task, but I would be glad of it.
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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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No, he repeated, and this time the word tolled in another voice, a king's voice... whose grief was not for what he did not have, but for what he could not give.
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They know these mornings well and love them desperately because they cannot last - these people who know that nothing lasts.
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Her voice left a flavor of honey and gunpowder on the air.
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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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But I still feel I waste a lot of time leaning on my elbow and thinking to myself, 'alright sucker, now what?'
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