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

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

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

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

The fathers, if they got me alone, would try to kiss and fondle me. I hated it.

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