299 Quotes by Peter S. Beagle

Always, always,” it sighed, “faithfulness beyond any man’s deserving. I will keep the color of your eyes when no other in the world remembers your name. There is no immortality but a tree’s love.

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 into green grass, and all you love into a sheep. I’ll turn you into a bad poet with dreams.

But the important thing is for you to understand that it doesn’t matter whether the clock strikes ten next, or fifteen o’clock. You can strike your own time, and start the count anywhere. When you can understand that – then any time at all will be the right time for you.

We don’t steal from the rich and give to the poor. We steal from the poor because they can’t fight back – most of them – and the rich take from us because they could wipe us out in a day.

The torches went out, and in the darkness, he placed his lips to my ear. “I believe you because I choose to; not because I do.

How’s the Angel of Death supposed to do his job with clipped wings?

You have to be very deep to be dead, he thought, and I’m not. He began to have some concept of forever, and his mind shivered as his body had when he had wakened in the cold nights and thrust his hands between his thighs to keep warm. It will be a long night, he thought.

I think that we are often angry with each other without knowing it, and I know that we are angry with ourselves.

My father hates cats. He says that there is no such thing as a cat – it is just a shape that all manner of imps, hobs and devilkins like to put on, to gain easy entrance into the homes of men.