John, I don't hate you, only what you've done. God will save you if you ask him.

I hate you, God. I hate you as though you actually exist.

I pray that someday you will find that forgiveness. I know Terry would have wanted you to be forgiven. That's the way Terry was.

Jon, you deprived the world of one of the finest. I hope, as you spend the next 50 years in prison, I hope you think about that.

At least they said, 'We hate you, you bastards.' They weren't pretending to like us and then slagging us off, which is what we'd been used to. In that way, I quite appreciated them.

God will prepare everything for our perfect happiness in heaven, and if it takes my dog being there, I believe he'll be there