Peter S. Beagle Quotes

There's a certain spiritual nature and something of the mind that we can't measure. We can't find it. With all our sophisticated equipment, we cannot monitor or define it, and yet it's there.

A legend - now I am like a unicorn.

What, can the devil speak true?

You're the kind of man my mother warned me about.

A different word usually came to my mind when I thought of Yeva, though it did sound a lot like “witch.

The worm is not to be trusted.

I believe that creature is a changeling: she is a perfect cabinet of oddities.

Nick looks into Brians hollow gaze. That's what's going on here brian. The devil's figured out a way to keep peoples souls trapped here on earth.

Syn has a brain disorder that causes him to lie most of the time. Ignore him. (Nykyrian)

Leaving us with Eric is like hiring a babysitter who spends his time sharpening knives.

What's the main thing that makes magic magic? The fact that no one believes that it's possible.

And that's what I don't like about magic, Captain. 'cos it's *magic*. You can't ask questions, it's magic. It doesn't explain anything, it's magic. You don't know where it comes from, it's magic! That's what I don't like about magic, it does everything by magic!

Eroticism is first and foremost a thirst for otherness. And the supernatural is the supreme otherness. This is perhaps the most noble aim of poetry, to attach ourselves to the world around us, to turn desire into love, to embrace, finally what always evades us, what is beyond, but what is always there – the unspoken, the spirit, the soul.

Beware the autumn people

Shew me a lyer, and I'le shew thee a theefe.

Mind is a most delicate evidence. Not a soul has seen it yet.

Penetrating so many secrets, we cease to believe in the unknowable. But there it sits nevertheless, calmly licking its chops

She was elusive. She was today. She was tomorrow. She was the faintest scent of a cactus flower, the flitting shadow of an elf owl. We did not know what to make of her. In our minds we tried to pin her to a cork board like a butterfly, but the pin merely went through and away she flew.

Woman is the unfathomable, incalculable mystery, the problem we men can never hope to solve.

One thing I've learned about vampires--they keep pulling new rabbits out of their cloaks. Big, fanged, carnivorous bunnies that'll eat your eyeballs if you're not paying attention.

And watch out for Molly. See if she does anything unusual. There’s something I don’t trust about the way she exploded and then came back from the dead like that.

Alas! fond child, How are thy thoughts beguil'd To hope for honey from a nest of wasps? Thou may'st as well Go seek for ease in hell, Or sprightly nectar from the mouths of asps. The world's a hive, From whence thou canst derive No good, but what thy soul's vexation brings: But case thou meet Some petty-petty sweet, Each drop is guarded with a thousand stings.

Magic is the cheat codes for the world.

Your dreams will betray you. Go nowhere on a horse that fades.