However I dress it up, I was a spy and I am not proud of it.

I never found anyone who was good enough, who I could trust enough.

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

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

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

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

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