Given everything, there is no way I wouldn’t change places with Craig, and David Pressman, and the guy in the gas station down the block—I’d change places with all of them in a minute, and forever, if only I could not be who I am, the way I am, bound on this wheel of fire. They don’t have a brain that wants them dead. They slept fine at night. I don’t expect that would make them feel any better about the choices they made, the way their lives went. I would give it all up not to feel this way. I think about it all the time; it’s no idle thought—it’s a coldhearted fact.
