1、I can't go on...and I can't go back.
2、There's no way back. I can't write stories of where I've never been. I'm something else now. It's 10:28... nine seconds. The only beauty...is truth. I am what I am. And I see the nature of my offence. I'm so sorry. I hope you can forgive me. It's finished. It's finished. It is the mercy.
3、I don't know if my husband slipped and fell, or if he jumped... as you're now saying. But I would like you to rest assured, that if he did jump, he was pushed. And each and every one of you here had a grubby hand on his back. Every photographer, every sponsor, every reporter, every sad little man who stands at a newsstand to feast on the scraps of another's undoing. And once he was in the water, you all held him under with your judgement.
Last week you were selling hope, now you're selling blame. Next week you'll be selling something else. But tomorrow and every day after, my children will still need their father. And I will still need my husband. I'm afraid that doesn't make a particularly good story, but then I suppose the truth rarely does. Thank you very much.