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Avicenna California...Museum of my twisted youth, vault of my dearest and most disgusting memories.

Peter S. Beagle

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Peter S. Beagle
Age: 85
Born: 1939
Born: April 20
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New York City
Peter Soyer Beagle
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But I still feel I waste a lot of time leaning on my elbow and thinking to myself, 'alright sucker, now what?'
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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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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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- 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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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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There are honest people in the world, but only because the devil considers their asking prices ridiculous.
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Ravens bring things to people. We're like that. It's our nature. We don't like it.
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A rhinoceros is as ugly as a human being, and it too is going to die, but at least it never thinks that it is beautiful.
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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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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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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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The unicorn lived in a lilac wood, and she lived all alone. She was very old, though she did not know it, and she was no longer the careless color of sea foam but rather the color of snow falling on a moonlit night. But her eyes were still clear and unwearied, and she still moved like a shadow on the sea.
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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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There are no happy endings, because nothing ends.
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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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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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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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