But what I thought, and what I still think, and always will, is that she saw me. Nobody else has ever seen me โ me, Jenny Gluckstein โ like that. Not my parents, not Julian, not even Meena. Love is one thing โ recognition is something else.
Peter S. BeagleBut I must go on," said the Lady Amalthea, "for it is never finished. Even when I wake, I cannot tell what is real, and what I am dreaming as I move and speak and eat my dinner. I remember what cannot have happened, and forget something that is happening to me know. People look at me as though I should know them, and I do know them in the dream, and always the fire draws me nearer, though I am awakeโ
Peter S. BeagleThey know these mornings well and love them desperately because they cannot last - these people who know that nothing lasts.
Peter S. BeagleThe Lady Amalthea beckoned, and the cat wriggled all over, like a dog, but he would not come near... She was offering her open palm to the crook-eared cat, but he stayed where he was, shivering with the desire to go to her"...[later, Molly asked the cat] "Why were you afraid to let her touch you? I saw you. You were afraid of her." "If she had touched me," he said very softly, "I would have been hers and not my own, not ever again. I wanted her to touch me but I could not let her. No cat will... The price is more than a cat can pay.
Peter S. Beagle