I remember just feeling the weight and responsibility and that moment in my life was just like 'My god, Ian, this is going to destroy you',

He was a really spritely, boisterous kid who you couldn't help but like, because he was so full of life and, and he was cheeky, but never nasty,

He's a worker. He never misses a day. He's (in the weight room) first and leaves last.

There is something infantile in the presumption that somebody else (parents in the case of children, God in the case of adults) has a responsibility to give your life meaning and point. [...] Somebody else must be responsible for my well-being, and somebody else must be to blame if I am hurt. Is it a similar infantilism that really lies behind the 'need' for a God?

I have accepted the weight of the crimes both Myra and I were convicted of justifies permanent imprisonment, regardless of expressed personal remorse and verifiable change.

When you're at home, you're not as active as you were in college. And you gain weight when you have parents who feed you well.