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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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Honey
Air
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Gunpowder

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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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- 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 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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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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The most professional curse ever snarled or croaked or thundered can have no effect on a pure heart.
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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 love whom I love, Prince Lir repeated firmly. You have no power over anything that matters.
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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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I am what I am. I would tell you what you want to know if I could, for you have been kind to me. But I am a cat, and no cat anywhere ever gave anyone a straight answer.
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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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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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Never run from anything immortal. It attracts their attention.
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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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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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Take me with you. For laughs, for luck, for the unknown. Take me with you.
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What use is magic if it can't save a unicorn?
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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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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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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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