Pain hurts, sir. I don’t court it. - Lois McMaster Bujold

One of the best things about writing is how it redeems, not to mention recycles, all of one's prior experiences, including — or perhaps especially — the failures.

“Think of the glory. Think of your reputation. Think how great it’ll look on your next resume.”
“On my cenotaph, you mean. Nobody will be able to collect enough of my scattered atoms to bury. You’re going to cover my funeral expenses, son?”
“Splendidly. Banners, dancing girls, and enough beer to float your coffin to Valhalla.”
Tung sighed. “Make it plum wine to float the boat, eh? Drink the beer.”

You are a most excellent lawyer, for a dead man.