They know these mornings well and love them desperately because they cannot last - these people who know that nothing lasts.
Peter S. BeagleAs for you and your heart and the things you said and didn't say, she will remember them all when men are fairy tales in books written by rabbits.
Peter S. BeagleYour name is a golden bell hung in my heart. I would break my body to pieces to call you once by your name.
Peter S. BeagleThe unicorn halted in her slow, desperate round of the cage, realizing for the first time that the magician understood her speech. He smiled, and she saw that his face was frighteningly young for a grown man-untraveled by time, unvisited by grief or wisdom. "I know you," he said.
Peter S. Beagle