It's really not so good to have time. Rush, scramble, desperation, this missed, that left behind, those others too big to fit into such a small space--that's the way life was meant to be. You're supposed to be too late… — Peter S. Beagle Copy Share Image
Your name is a golden bell hung in my heart. I would break my body to pieces to call you once by your name. — Peter S. Beagle Copy Share
Farewell,' she said. 'I hope you hear many more songs' - which was the best way she could think of to say good-bye to… — Peter S. Beagle Copy Share
He is a great enough magician to tap our most common nightmares, daydreams and twilight fancies, but he never invented them either: he found… — Peter S. Beagle Copy Share
“...and it's not my place to chase around after you, fixing stuff. What I know's what I know, and it don't include putting the… — Peter S. Beagle Copy Share
The most professional curse ever snarled or croaked or thundered can have no effect on a pure heart. — Peter S. Beagle Copy Share
“The baloney weighed the raven down, and the shopkeeper almost caught him as he whisked out the delicatessen door.” — Peter S. Beagle Copy Share
Men have to have heroes, but no man can ever be as big as the need, and so a legend grows around a grain… — Peter S. Beagle Copy Share
Heroes know that things must happen when it is time for them to happen. A quest may not simply be abandoned; unicorns may go… — Peter S. Beagle Copy Share
The Lady Amalthea beckoned, and the cat wriggled all over, like a dog, but he would not come near... She was offering her open… — Peter S. Beagle Copy Share
“Where have you been?" she cried. "Damn you, where have you been?" She took a few steps toward Schmendrick, but she was looking beyond… — Peter S. Beagle Copy Share
Unicorns are not to be forgiven." The magician felt himself growing giddy with jealousy, not only of the touch but of something like a… — Peter S. Beagle Copy Share
The magician stood erect, menacing the attackers with demons, metamorphoses, paralyzing ailments, and secret judo holds. Molly picked up a rock. — Peter S. Beagle Copy Share
You pile of stones, you waste, you desolation, I'll stuff you with misery till it comes out of your eyes. I'll change your heart… — Peter S. Beagle Copy Share
