Men, all men, were always trying to get hold of me, you know.
Discretion is the polite word for hypocrisy.
I like to think that people live on in other people's memories.
As a little girl I used to daydream about my real father coming on a white horse to rescue me.
Even a criminal has the right to a new life, but they made sure I did not have that. They just didn't stop calling me a prostitute for ever and ever and ever and ever.
We knew we were talking about spies. I knew he knew I knew. I was digging my own grave.