"Haggard, I would not be you for all the world," he declared. "You have let your doom in by the front door, although it will not depart that way. (..… - Peter S. Beagle

My people are in the world again. No sorrow will live in my heart as long as that joy — save one, and I thank you for that, too.

He is a great enough magician to tap our most common nightmares, daydreams and twilight fancies, but he never invented them either: he found them a place to live, a green alternative to each day's madness here in a poisoned world. We are raised to honor all the wrong explorers and discoverers - thieves planting flags, murderers carrying crosses. Let us at last praise the colonizers of dreams.

I've had worse, and I'll have better one day. This is not the end.