I Never Found Anyone Who Was Good

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

Bill Astor Knew These Papers Were Missing. Stephen Showed His Hand In October.

I Like To Think That People Live On In Other People's Memories.

They Wanted To Hear About The Sex, Of Course. But Not The Rest; No One Wanted To Hear The Rest.

Men, All Men, Were Always Trying To Get Hold Of Me, You Know.