As I grow ever closer to the end of my time, I look back at this life and tell you that the only thing I would wish to give up is the regret I've carried in my heart for all these years. At long last I have come to realize the things I once counted as regrets were indeed blessings that I was too blind to see.
Bette Lee Crosby, The Regrets of Cyrus Dodd
historical-fiction, literary-fiction