I'm terrified of men these days. If someone asked me out now, I don't know what I'd say, how I'd react. But I couldn't go through with it, not at all. I suppose I've been terrified of them all along.

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

We knew we were talking about spies. I knew he knew I knew. I was digging my own grave.

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

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

Discretion is the polite word for hypocrisy.

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.