Men, all men, were always trying to get hold of me, you know.

Discretion is the polite word for hypocrisy.

As a little girl I used to daydream about my real father coming on a white horse to rescue me.

My mother used to go out on her own, and I used to have to keep a look out for my stepfather coming home.

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

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.

I never found anyone who was good enough, who I could trust enough.

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.

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

In other times it may have been the business of Christianity to champion the equality of all men

When asked if she would accept his affairs to try to keep her marriage, she commented, "I do. I think that speaks for itself.

Insecurity is at the heart of every rivalry.

I live for Tuesdays, and die by Wednesdays.

I wouldn't do anything different. Every mistake and every success made me the person I am today. And I am proud of who I am.

You just can't win. Men have very recent land mines in their heads. Women have recorded conversations and photographs in their heads from 15 years ago.

There is no proof nor yet any denial. We were, we are, and we will be.

This self-defeating behavior, so the argument goes, must be the result of warped domestic politics.

If you can live with the ups and downs, pick yourself up every morning, then there's nothing more gratifying.

Sorry to disappoint you but I don’t even watch the Olympics no more.