Over the last couple of years, the photos of me when I was a kid...
well, they've started to give me a little pang or something -
not unhappiness, exactly, but some kind of quiet, deep regret...
I keep wanting to apologize to the little guy: "I'm sorry, I've let you down.
I was the person who was supposed to look after you, but I blew it:
I made wrong decisions at bad times, and I turned you into me."
“What does regret mean?”
“Well son, the funny thing about regret is it's better to regret something you have done
than to regret something you haven't done. And by the way, if you see your mom this weekend
be sure and tell her, SATAN, SATAN, SATAN!!!"
– Gibson Jerome “Gibby” Haynes
The cries of the dead are terrible indeed; you should try not to hear them.
-Phillip K. Dick