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. BeagleAll lives are composed of two basic elements," the squirrel said, "purpose and poetry. By being ourselves, squirrel and raven, we fulfill the first requirement, you in flight and I in my tree. But there is poetry in the meanest of lives, and if we leave it unsought we leave ourselves unrealized. A life without food, without shelter, without love, a life lived in the rainโthis is nothing beside a life without poetry.
Peter S. Beagle