Fantasy-fiction Quote by Peter S. Beagle

“The gate clicks behind me. The tulips along the border are redder than ever, opening, no longer wine cups by chalices; thrusting themselves up,…

— Margaret Atwood

“Tunnelling through the night, the trains pass in a splendour of power, with a sound like thunder shaking the orchards, waking the young from…

— Judith Wright

“Mirrors on the ceiling, The pink champagne on ice And she said 'We are all just prisoners here, of our own device' And in…

— The Eagles

“I drink to plough and fortify a one-track mind and suddenly, briefly, the blood surrenders, shuffles through the old channels, and there is no…

— Claire-Louise Bennett

“Drink deep the cup of life; take it's dark wine into your soul. For it passes round the table only once.”

— Jack McDevitt

“The books downstairs were reciting their poetry to each other, rubbing together, whispering through the leathery covers. Wine was flowing through the water pipes.…

— Francesca Lia Block

“...The old bottles lay dreaming of new wine. I picked up my breast, which had gone out. By other lights I go looking for…

— W.S. Merwin

“The clock ticks. The two hands are convoys marching through a desert. The black bars on the clock face are green oases. The long…

— Virginia Woolf

“Now that part of his head which nature designed for the reservoir of drink being very shallow, a small quantity of liquor overflowed it…

— Henry Fielding

“Who in their right mind wonders how a cat takes his coffee?”

— Robin Kaye

“There's a legend about that clock. For a second, when it chimes the hour, the gates to Heaven open.”

— Cassandra Clare

“The second I left my old life's cowpath, I discovered I didn't need a drink. It became possible to stand still in the dark…

— Walker Percy