There's not a day goes by I don't feel regret. Not because I'm in here, or because you think I should.
I look back on the way I was then: a young, stupid kid who committed that terrible crime. I want to talk to him. I want to try and talk some sense to him, tell him the way things are. But I can't.
That kid's long gone and this old man is all that's left.
Frank Darabont
