Go on failing. Go on. Only next time, try to fail better.

All of old. Nothing else ever. Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better.

Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better.
—Samuel Beckett, Worstward Ho (1983)

I missed you...and at the same time I was happy. Isn't that a queer thing?

They give birth astride of a grave, the light gleams an instant, then it's night once more.

It was long since I had longed for anything and the effect on me was horrible.