I never found anyone who was good enough, who I could trust enough.

Bill Astor knew these papers were missing. Stephen showed his hand in October.

They wanted to hear about the sex, of course. But not the rest; no one wanted to hear the rest.

However I dress it up, I was a spy and I am not proud of it.

One way of reading my life is that I have been in constant search for a father.

I never found anyone who was good enough, who I could trust enough.

I enjoyed sex and indulged in it when I fancied the men.