Bill Astor Knew These Papers Were Missing.

Even A Criminal Has The Right To A New Life, But They Made Sure I Did Not Have That. They Just Didn't Stop Calling Me A Prostitute For Ever And Ever And Ever And Ever.

One Way Of Reading My Life Is That I Have Been In Constant Search For A Father.

We Knew We Were Talking About Spies. I Knew He Knew I Knew. I Was Digging My Own Grave.

All That Swinging Sixties. It Didn’t Do Anyone Any Good, Did It? Easy Sex And The Pill. Marriages Were Ruined. I Never Did Approve. I Never Really Enjoyed The Sex.

As A Little Girl I Used To Daydream About My Real Father Coming On A White Horse To Rescue Me.