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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.
Peter S. Beagle
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Peter S. Beagle
Age: 85
Born: 1939
Born: April 20
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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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They know these mornings well and love them desperately because they cannot last - these people who know that nothing lasts.
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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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Avicenna California...Museum of my twisted youth, vault of my dearest and most disgusting memories.
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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 woman I loved died because I did not love her enough - what greater sin is there than that? (Uncle Chaim and Aunt Fifke and the Angel)
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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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Take me with you. For laughs, for luck, for the unknown. Take me with you.
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What do men know? Because they have seen no unicorns for a while does not mean we have all vanished.
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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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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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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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