{"author":"Peter S. Beagle","author_id":"Peter+S.+Beagle","total_quotes":83,"quotes":[{"text":"I suppose I could understand it if men had simply forgotten unicorns, or if they had changed so that they hated all unicorns now and tried to kill them when they saw them. But not to see them at all, to look at them and see something else-what do they look like to one another, then? What do trees look like to them, or houses, or real horses, or their own children?","author":"Peter S. Beagle","tags":["change","forget","forgetting","forgotten","hate","kill","men","unicorns"],"id":3104,"author_id":"Peter+S.+Beagle"},{"text":"I love you, more, I think, than I know, but our kind of love isn't a sword. It's a light. Not a fire. A small light, just bright enough to read love letters by and keep the animals at a growling distance. In time it will go out. All lights go out. So do all fires, if it's any comfort. Love me, and look at me, and remember me, as I'll remember you.","author":"Peter S. Beagle","tags":["light","love","remember-me"],"id":7207,"author_id":"Peter+S.+Beagle"},{"text":"The tune was wailing and mournful, almost flagrantly so, and the total effect was of a heartbroken piccolo being parted forever from its bagpipe lover.","author":"Peter S. Beagle","tags":["fantasy","humor","music"],"id":12870,"author_id":"Peter+S.+Beagle"},{"text":"I think that love is stronger than habits or circumstances. I think it is possible to keep yourself for someone for a long time, and still remember why you were waiting when she comes at last.... 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.","author":"Peter S. Beagle","tags":["dreams","love","nightmares","waiting"],"id":25886,"author_id":"Peter+S.+Beagle"},{"text":"But some, a very come to the gods all on their own They find their way—long and far it is, sometimes—and they wander up to the altars, shy and clumsy and embarrassed and alone, and when they can get the words out, they say, 'Well. Here I am.","author":"Peter S. Beagle","tags":["fantasy","gods","magical-realism","myth","religion","worship"],"id":34652,"author_id":"Peter+S.+Beagle"},{"text":"She came very close, and looking into my eyes, she said, “My Jenny,” and then she bent her head and kissed me—here, on the left-hand corner of my mouth. And nobody knows better than I that I couldn’t have felt anything, because Tamsin was a ghost—but nobody but me knows what I felt. And I’ll always know.","author":"Peter S. Beagle","tags":["ghosts","love","love"],"id":39071,"author_id":"Peter+S.+Beagle"},{"text":"There are no happy endings, he knew, because nothing ends; and if there were any being dispensed, a great many worthier people would be in line for them long before Michael and Laura and himself. But the happiness of the unworthy and the happiness of the so-so is as fragile and self-centered and dear as the happiness of the righteous and the worthy; and the happiness of the living is no less short and desperate and forgotten than the joys of the dead.","author":"Peter S. Beagle","tags":["dead","dear","fragile","happy-endings","jonathan-rebeck","joys-of-the-dead","laura-durand","living","michael-morgan","nothing-ends","righteous","self-centered","unworthy","worthy"],"id":48701,"author_id":"Peter+S.+Beagle"},{"text":"There is an old saying that there is no country as unhappy as one that need heroes.'(King Pelles the Sure).","author":"Peter S. Beagle","tags":["heroes","war"],"id":49933,"author_id":"Peter+S.+Beagle"},{"text":"I think love is stronger than habits or circumstances. I think it is possible to keep yourself for someone for a long time and still remember why you were waiting when she comes at last.","author":"Peter S. Beagle","tags":["fantasy-fiction"],"id":62650,"author_id":"Peter+S.+Beagle"},{"text":"But what's left on earth that I haven't tried?' Prince Lír demanded. 'I have swum four rivers, each in full flood and none less than a mile wide. I have climbed seven mountains never before climbed, slept three nights in the Marsh of the Hanged Men, and walked alive out of that forest where the flowers burn your eyes and the nightingales sing poison. I have ended my betrothal to the princess I had agreed to marry — and if you don't think that was a heroic deed, you don't know her mother. I have vanquished exactly fifteen black knights waiting by fifteen fords in their black pavilions, challenging all who come to cross. And I've long since lost count of the witches in the thorny woods, the giants, the demons disguised as damsels; the glass hills, fatal riddles, and terrible tasks; the magic apples, rings, lamps, potions, swords, cloaks, boots, neckties, and nightcaps. Not to mention the winged horses, the basilisks and sea serpents, and all the rest of the livestock.' He raised his head, and the dark blue eyes were confused and sad.'And all for nothing,' he said. 'I cannot touch her, whatever I do. For her sake, I have become a hero — I, sleepy Lír, my father's sport and shame — but I might as well have remained the dull fool I was. My great deeds mean nothing to her.","author":"Peter S. Beagle","tags":["bravery","fool","hero","quest"],"id":69661,"author_id":"Peter+S.+Beagle"}],"pagination":{"page":1,"page_size":10,"total":83,"pages":9,"next":"?page=2\u0026page_size=10"}}