It's Been A Misery For Me, Living

I Have Survived And Possibly I Should Not Hope For More Than That.

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.

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

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

Discretion Is The Polite Word For Hypocrisy.