Peter S. Beagle
Peter S. Beagle
Peter Soyer Beagleis an American novelist and screenwriter, especially fantasy fiction. His best-known work is The Last Unicorn, a fantasy novel he wrote in his twenties, which Locus subscribers voted the number five "All-Time Best Fantasy Novel" in 1987. During the last twenty-five years he has won several literary awards including a World Fantasy Award for Life Achievement in 2011...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionAuthor
Date of Birth20 April 1939
CountryUnited States of America
The tune was wailing and mournful, almost flagrantly so, and the total effect was of a heartbroken piccolo being parted forever from its bagpipe lover.
The last unicorn lived in a lilac wood, and she lived all alone.
What use is magic if it can't save a unicorn?
Writing has nothing to do with publishing. Nothing. People get totally confused about that. You write because you have to - you write because you can't not write. The rest is show-business. I can't state that too strongly. Just write - worry about the rest of it later, if you worry at all. What matters is what happens to you while you're writing the story, the poem, the play. The rest is show-business.
The horns came riding in like the rainbow masts of silver ships.
There are no happy endings, because nothing ends.
What use is wizardry if it cannot save a Unicorn?
...no place is more enchanted than where a unicorn has been born.
He had never missed God or the hope of heaven, but he had dearly wanted confession to rest his mind, Communion to let him touch something beyond Father Krone's dry, shaky hand, and holy water to taste like starlight.
Ravens bring things to people. We're like that. It's our nature. We don't like it.
Love was generous precisely because it could never be immortal.
Beyond the town, darker than dark, King Haggard's castle teetered like a lunatic on stilts...
No," he repeated, and this time the word tolled in another voice, a king's voice... whose grief was not for what he did not have, but for what he could not give.
- and you are truly human now. You can love, and fear, and forbid things to be what they are, and overact.