Envy nobody. It is the true secret of happiness, or at least the only one I know. (By Moonlight)
Peter S. BeagleBut I felt them...hungry shadows who knew my name, clawing at my mind and my soul to be let in - and if I let them in there would be nothing left of me but skin; nothing but a shadow inside, like themselves. (By Moonlight)
Peter S. BeagleTags: shadows
So you're an angel, fine, that's terrific. Now give me back my shadows. (Uncle Chaim and Aunt Rifke and the Angel)
Peter S. BeagleTags: angels
Like that Chinese monkey trying to grab the moon in the water," Uncle Chaim said to me once. "That's me, a Chinese monkey."
(Uncle Chaim and Aunt Rifke and the Angel)
Tags: foolishness
The woman I loved died because I did not love her enough - what greater sin is there than that?"
(Uncle Chaim and Aunt Fifke and the Angel)
You ever want to see real witchcraft, you watch people protecting their comfort, their beliefs.
Peter S. BeagleHow terrible to be forgotten by the god that made you, even if you're just a room. How could you love something that could do that anytime?
Peter S. BeagleThe last unicorn lived in a lilac wood, and she lived all alone.
Peter S. BeagleTags: fantasy peter-beagle the-last-unicorn
I know exactly how you feel," Schmendrick said eagerly. The unicorn looked at him out of dark, endless eyes, and he smiled nervously and looked at his hands. "It's a rare man who is taken for what he truly is," he said. "There is much misjudgment in the world. Now I knew you for a unicorn when I first saw you, and I know that I am your friend. Yet you take me for a clown, or a clod, or a betrayer, and so must I be if you see me so. The magic on you is only magic and will vanish as soon as you are free, but the enchantment of error that you put on me I must wear forever in your eyes. We are not always what we seem, and hardly ever what we dream. Still I have read, or heard it sung, that unicorns when time was young, could tell the difference 'twixt the two - the false shining and the true, the lips' laugh and the heart's rue.
Peter S. BeagleIf 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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