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The Unicorn Sonata... tells us that our true home is often right around the corner, if we'd only open our eyes - and our ears - to find it.
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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Take me with you. For laughs, for luck, for the unknown. Take me with you.
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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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It’s a rare man who is taken for what he truly is.
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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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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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Lir said, It is my right. A hero is entitled to his happy ending, when it comes at last. But Schmendrick answered, This is not the end, either for you or for her.
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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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Envy nobody. It is the true secret of happiness, or at least the only one I know. (By Moonlight)
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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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Great heroes need great sorrows and burdens, or half their greatness goes unnoticed. It is all part of the fairy tale.
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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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No, he repeated, and this time the word tolled in another voice, a king's voice... whose grief was not for what he did not have, but for what he could not give.
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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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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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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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Her voice left a flavor of honey and gunpowder on the air.
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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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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 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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They know these mornings well and love them desperately because they cannot last - these people who know that nothing lasts.
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