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