Men, all men, were always trying to get hold of me, you know.

If I don't tell it all now, the story in the history books will always be imperfect and that would be wrong.

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

As a little girl I used to daydream about my real father coming on a white horse to rescue me.

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

I took on the sins of everybody, of a generation, really.

I have always been free with my love - it is my nature. I am easily captivated by men and they have always been attracted to me.