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They know these mornings well and love them desperately because they cannot last - these people who know that nothing lasts.
Peter S. Beagle
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Peter S. Beagle
Age: 85
Born: 1939
Born: April 20
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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 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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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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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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If she had touched me, he said very softly, I would have been hers and not my own, not ever again. I wanted her to touch me but I could not let her. No cat will. We let human beings caress us because it is pleasant enough and calms them - but not her. The price is more than a cat can pay.
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