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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.

Peter S. Beagle

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Peter S. Beagle
Age: 85
Born: 1939
Born: April 20
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Screenwriter
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Manhattan borough
New York City
Peter Soyer Beagle
Grow
Grows
Gone
Lives
Plucked
Slain
Stolen
Remain

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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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Envy nobody. It is the true secret of happiness, or at least the only one I know. (By Moonlight)
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Sparrows and cats will live in my shoe, Sooner than I will live with you. Fish will come walking out of the sea, Sooner than you will come back to me.
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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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Take me with you. For laughs, for luck, for the unknown. Take me with you.
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Men have to have heroes, but no man can ever be as big as the need, and so a legend grows around a grain of truth, like a pearl.
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Avicenna California...Museum of my twisted youth, vault of my dearest and most disgusting memories.
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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 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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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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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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Her voice left a flavor of honey and gunpowder on the air.
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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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We are raised to honor all the wrong explorers and discoverers thieves planting flags, murderers carrying crosses. Let us at last praise the colonizers of dreams.
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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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I love whom I love, Prince Lir repeated firmly. You have no power over anything that matters.
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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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What use is wizardry if it cannot 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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