I have been mortal,
and some part of me is mortal yet.
I am full of tears and hunger
and the fear of death,
although I cannot weep,
and I want nothing,
and I cannot die.
I am not like the others now,
for no unicorn was ever born who could regret,
but I do.
I regret.
— Peter S. Beagle,
              The Last Unicorn