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.

I like to think that people live on in other people's memories.

I have survived and possibly I should not hope for more than that.

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

Discretion is the polite word for hypocrisy.

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.

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