They know these mornings well and love them desperately because they cannot last - these people who know that nothing lasts.
Peter S. BeagleAvicenna California...Museum of my twisted youth, vault of my dearest and most disgusting memories.
Peter S. BeagleWhat happened instead was that the tree fell in love with him and began to murmur fondly of the joy to be found in the eternal embrace of a red oak. "Always, always," it sighed, "faithful 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.
Peter S. Beagle