Who has choices need not choose. We must, who have none. We can love but what we lose — What is gone is gone. - Peter S. Beagle

Ravens bring things to people. We're like that. It's our nature. We don't like it.

"The unicorn was so startled and so happy to hear her name spoken at last that she overlooked the remark about the horse. "Oh, you know me!" she cried, and the breath of her delight blew the butterfly twenty feet away."

"How can it be?" she wondered. "I suppose I could understand it if men had simply forgotten unicorns (...) But not to see them at all, to look at them and see something else — what do they look to one another, then? What do trees look like to them, or houses, or real horses, or their own children?"