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How's the Angel of Death supposed to do his job with clipped wings?

Peter S. Beagle

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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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Clipped
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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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Envy nobody. It is the true secret of happiness, or at least the only one I know. (By Moonlight)
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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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Heroes know that things must happen when it is time for them to happen. A quest may not simply be abandoned unicorns may go unrescued for a long time, but not forever a happy ending cannot come in the middle of the story.
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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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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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What do men know? Because they have seen no unicorns for a while does not mean we have all vanished.
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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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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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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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I love whom I love, Prince Lir repeated firmly. You have no power over anything that matters.
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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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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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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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Avicenna California...Museum of my twisted youth, vault of my dearest and most disgusting memories.
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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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The horns came riding in like the rainbow masts of silver ships.
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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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...but the enchantment of error that you put on me I must wear forever in your eyes.
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Take me with you. For laughs, for luck, for the unknown. Take me with you.
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