I have survived and possibly I should not hope for more than that.

I have always been free with my love - it is my nature. I am easily captivated by men and they have always been attracted to me.

I enjoyed sex and indulged in it when I fancied the men.

I don't know if he was the fourth man or the fifth, but he was certainly in the top 10.

However I dress it up, I was a spy and I am not proud of it.

He's 85 and he's met another woman. Still, at 85, why ever not?

He had a way with him. Before you had a chance to say no, he was there and done. That only happened to me once before, with a duke, who literally swept me off my feet, and before I knew what was happening, we'd done it. Another terrible mistake.

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.

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.

I went out every single night so I was never alone with my stepfather. At 12, I stopped going on holiday with them. The times I was alone with him I always made sure I was all covered up.

Bill Astor knew these papers were missing. Stephen showed his hand in October.

We knew we were talking about spies. I knew he knew I knew. I was digging my own grave.

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

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