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Thelastunicorn Quotes

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Peter S. Beagle
“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.”
Peter S. Beagle, The Last Unicorn

Peter S. Beagle
“I will tell you a story," Schmendrick said. "As a child I was apprenticed to the mightiest magician of all, the great Nikos, whom I have spoken of before. But even Nikos, who could turn cats into cattle, snowflakes into snowdrops, and unicorns into men, could not change me into so much as a carnival cardsharp. A last he said to me, 'My son, your ineptitude is so vast, your incompetence so profound, that I am certain you are inhabited by greater power than I have ever known. Unfortunately, it seems to work backwards at the moment, and even I can find no way to set it right. It must be that you are meant to find your own way to reach your power in time; but frankly, you should live so long as that will take you. Therefore I grant it that you shall not age from this day forth, but will travel the world round and round, eternally inefficient, until at last you come to yourself and know what you are. Don't thank me. I tremble at your doom.”
Peter Beagle

Peter S. Beagle
“When i was alive, I believed as you do - that time was at least as real and solid as myself, and probably more so. I said 'one-o'clock' as though I could see it, and 'Monday' as though I could find it on a map. And I let myself be hurried along from minute to minute, day to day, year to year - as though I were actually moving from one place to another. Like everyone else, I lived in a house bricked up with seconds and minutes, weekends and New Year's days, And I never went outside until I died, because there was no other door... Now I know that I could have walked through walls.”
Peter S. Beagle