There are two moments worthwhile in writing, the one when you start and the other when you throw it in the waste-paper basket. - Samuel Beckett

Personally of course I regret everything.
Not a word, not a deed, not a thought, not a need,
not a grief, not a joy, not a girl, not a boy,
not a doubt, not a trust, not a scorn, not a lust,
not a hope, not a fear, not a smile, not a tear,
not a name, not a face, no time, no place...that I do not regret, exceedingly.
An ordure, from beginning to end.

We are not merely more weary because of yesterday, we are other, no longer what we were before the calamity of yesterday.

All I say cancels out, I’ll have said nothing.