Peter S. Beagle
- The Last Unicorn
When I was alive, I believed - as you do - that time was at least as real and solid as myself, and probably more so... Like everyone else, I lived in a house bricked up with seconds and minutes, weekends and New Year's Days, and I never went outside until I died, because there was no other door. Now I know that I could have walked through the walls.
Peter S. Beagle
- The Last Unicorn
Marveling at his own boldness, he said softly, "I would enter your sleep if I could, and guard you there, and slay the thing that hounds you, as I would if it had the courage to face me in fair daylight. But I cannot come in unless you dream of me."
