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

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

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

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

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

Discretion is the polite word for hypocrisy.

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