A reminder of how much there is to learn

I was cleaning out some stuff this weekend and found a small booklet of bookmarks that my parents gave me last Christmas. They are of Irish writers, and each one features the author's name, picture, and a quote from one of his works. They have one for each month, so it's meant to be some sort of calendar as well.

I had totally forgotten about this and put it on a shelf, so when I took it out, I just flipped to May and found that this month is dedicated to Samuel Beckett. His picture shows a stern man with a deeply lined face, and the quote is from the one-act play Krapp's Last Tape. And it reads:

"Perhaps my best years are gone . . . but I wouldn't want them back. Not with the fire in me now."

I've tacked it to the door leading down to the basement and read it everytime I'm on my way out.