He thought, or said, or sang, I did not know that I was so empty, to be so full.
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. - Peter S. Beagle
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.
- Peter S. Beagle
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… - Peter S. Beagle
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…
We are not always what we seem, and hardly ever what we dream. - Peter S. Beagle
We are not always what we seem, and hardly ever what we dream.
Only to a magician is the world forever fluid, infinitely mutable and eternally new. Only he knows the secret of change, only he knows truly that all… - Peter S. Beagle
Only to a magician is the world forever fluid, infinitely mutable and eternally new. Only he knows the secret of change, only he knows truly that all…
The true secret in being a hero lies in knowing the order of things. The swineherd cannot already be wed to the princess when he embarks on his adven… - Peter S. Beagle
The true secret in being a hero lies in knowing the order of things. The swineherd cannot already be wed to the princess when he embarks on his adven…
There are no happy endings, because nothing ends. - Peter S. Beagle
There are no happy endings, because nothing ends.
Farewell,' she said. 'I hope you hear many more songs' - which was the best way she could think of to say good-bye to a butterfly. - Peter S. Beagle
Farewell,' she said. 'I hope you hear many more songs' - which was the best way she could think of to say good-bye to a butterfly.
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… - Peter S. Beagle
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…
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… - Peter S. Beagle
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…
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