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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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Peter Soyer Beagle
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But I'm always dreaming, even when I'm awake it is never finished. -the Lady Amalthea, from The Last Unicorn
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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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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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What use is magic if it can't save a unicorn?
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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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Take me with you. For laughs, for luck, for the unknown. Take me with you.
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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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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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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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There are honest people in the world, but only because the devil considers their asking prices ridiculous.
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Her voice left a flavor of honey and gunpowder on the air.
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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 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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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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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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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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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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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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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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I know how to live here, I know how everything smells, and tastes, and is. What could I ever search for in the world, except this again?
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