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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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Unicorns are immortal. It is their nature to live alone in one place: usually a forest where there is a pool clear enough for them to see themselves -- for they are a little vain, knowing themselves to be the most beautiful.
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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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Ah, love may be strong, but a habit is stronger, And I knew when I loved by the way I behaved.
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What is plucked will grow again, What is slain lives on, What is stolen will remain-- What is gone is gone.
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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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There are honest people in the world, but only because the devil considers their asking prices ridiculous.
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What use is magic if it can't save a unicorn?
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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 all that is like you.
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The unicorn halted in her slow, desperate round of the cage, realizing for the first time that the magician understood her speech. He smiled, and she saw that his face was frighteningly young for a grown man-untraveled by time, unvisited by grief or wisdom. I know you, he said.
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Her voice left a flavor of honey and gunpowder on the air.
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How's the Angel of Death supposed to do his job with clipped wings?
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My son, your ineptitude is so vast, your incompetence so profound, that I am certain you are inhabited by greater power than I have ever known.
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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.
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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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Great heroes need great sorrows and burdens, or half their greatness goes unnoticed. It is all part of the fairy tale.
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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.
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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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