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.
They wanted to hear about the sex, of course. But not the rest; no one wanted to hear the rest.
One way of reading my life is that I have been in constant search for a father.
Discretion is the polite word for hypocrisy.
Bill Astor knew these papers were missing. Stephen showed his hand in October.