Because that world's gone. The world where people walked around whistling that music. All the madrigal singers in the world can't make that other one real again. It's like dinosaurs. We can put them back together perfectly, bone for bone, but we don't know what they smelled like, what kind of sounds they made, or how big they really looked standing in the grass under all those fossil fern trees. Even the sunlight must have been different, and the wind. What can bones tell you about a kind of wind that doesn't blow anymore?

From 2003 through 2011 Beagle was involved in a financial dispute with Granada over nonpayment of contractually due profit and merchandising shares. Beagle's work as a screenwriter interrupted his early career direction as a novelist magazine nonfiction author and short-story writer. In the 1970s Beagle turned to screenwriting.

During the last twenty-five years he has won several literary awards including a World Fantasy Award for Life Achievement in 2011. His best-known work is The Last Unicorn (1968) a fantasy novel he wrote in his twenties which Locus subscribers voted the number five "All-Time Best Fantasy Novel" in 1987.