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Her voice left a flavor of honey and gunpowder on the air.

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Peter S. Beagle
Age: 85
Born: 1939
Born: April 20
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Manhattan borough
New York City
Peter Soyer Beagle
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Voice
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Gunpowder
Flavor
Honey

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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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...no cat out of its first fur can ever be deceived by appearances. Unlike human beings, who enjoy them.
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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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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 always say perseverance is nine-tenths of any art — not that it's much help to be nine-tenths an artist, of course.
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Beyond the town, darker than dark, King Haggard's castle teetered like a lunatic on stilts.
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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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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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Avicenna California...Museum of my twisted youth, vault of my dearest and most disgusting memories.
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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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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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There are no happy endings, because nothing ends.
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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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The true secret in being a hero lies in knowing the order of things...Things must happen when it is time for them to happen.
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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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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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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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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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