299 Quotes by 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.

Under the moon, the road that ran from the edge of her forest gleamed like water, but when she stepped out onto it, away from the trees, she felt how hard it was, and how long. She almost turned back then; but instead she took a deep breath of the woods air that still drifted to her, and held it in her mouth like a flower, as long as she could.

All right, all right for you, you pretentious kneecap! How would you like a punch in the eye?

The Blue Jay's Lullaby— Spiders and sowbugs and beetles and crickets, Slugs from the roses and ticks from the thickets,  Grasshoppers, snails, and a quail's egg or two—   All to be regurgitated for you.Lullaby, lullaby, swindles and schemes, Flying's not near as much fun as it seems.

There is never a happy ending because nothing ever ends.

The air was motionless, carved, a block of warm copper fitting neatly around the earth, molded while soft to fit every house and every human being on the earth, and now hardened forever so that no man could move and no air ever came through. The earth rumbled down its alley like a golden bowling ball, shining.

You think this is living? This is eating, nothing else.

You're in the story with the rest of us now, and you must go with it, whether you will or no.

Why did they go away, do you think? If there ever were such things.""Who knows? Times change. Would you call this age a good one for unicorns?""No, but I wonder if any man before us ever thought his time a good time for unicorns.