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I always say perseverance is nine-tenths of any art — not that it's much help to be nine-tenths an artist, of course.
Peter S. Beagle
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Peter S. Beagle
Age: 85
Born: 1939
Born: April 20
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Whatever can die is beautiful — more beautiful than a unicorn, who lives forever, and who is the most beautiful creature in the world. Do you understand me?
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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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Her voice left a flavor of honey and gunpowder on the air.
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The unicorn lived in a lilac wood, and she lived all alone. She was very old, though she did not know it, and she was no longer the careless color of sea foam but rather the color of snow falling on a moonlit night. But her eyes were still clear and unwearied, and she still moved like a shadow on the sea.
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But I'm always dreaming, even when I'm awake it is never finished. -the Lady Amalthea, from The Last Unicorn
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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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Take me with you. For laughs, for luck, for the unknown. Take me with you.
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I fear it, for her sake. It would mean that she too is a wanderer now, and that is a fate for human beings, not for unicorns. But I hope, of course I hope.
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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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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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I am infected with life and will die of it in time.
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There are no happy endings, because nothing ends.
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You have to be very deep to be dead, he thought, and I'm not. He began to have some concept of forever, and his mind shivered as his body had when he had wakened in the cold nights and thrust his hands between his thighs to keep warm. It will be a long night, he thought.
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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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I have been mortal, and some part of me is mortal yet. I am full of tears and hunger and the fear of death, although I cannot weep, and I want nothing, and I cannot die. I am not like the others now, for no unicorn was ever born who could regret, but I do. I regret.
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We are not always what we seem, and hardly ever what we dream.
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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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What use is wizardry if it cannot save a Unicorn?
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...no cat out of its first fur can ever be deceived by appearances. Unlike human beings, who enjoy them.
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The horns came riding in like the rainbow masts of silver ships.
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