If I don't tell it all now, the story in the history books will always be imperfect and that would be wrong.
We knew we were talking about spies. I knew he knew I knew. I was digging my own grave.
I have survived and possibly I should not hope for more than that.
The fathers, if they got me alone, would try to kiss and fondle me. I hated it.
I like to think that people live on in other people's memories.
One way of reading my life is that I have been in constant search for a father.