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.

If I don't tell it all now, the story in the history books will always be imperfect and that would be wrong.

I'm terrified of men these days. If someone asked me out now, I don't know what I'd say, how I'd react. But I couldn't go through with it, not at all. I suppose I've been terrified of them all along.

It's been a misery for me, living with Christine Keeler.

Discretion is the polite word for hypocrisy.

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.

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.

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

They came and bound me up and I had awful stretch marks. I hated my breasts after that.

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

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

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

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 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.

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

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

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

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.

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

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

I took on the sins of everybody, of a generation, really.

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

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

I won't say I didn't like it at the time, the sex, that is, because I wouldn't have let him do it at all if that had been the case.

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

No one else knows the whole story. I was there. I lived through it.

I know the history of the record business so well because I followed Billie Holiday into the record studios. It was so primitive compared to the sophisticated business today.

I listened to Billie Holiday a lot in order to learn to sing. She remains one of the extraordinary jazz singers. But my intent is to become my own voice, to be able to interpret these songs in my own way.

I just feel - specifically about that holiday - why is it just one day that you have to tell the person that you love how much you love them? I think that is a little silly. I am much more the girl that likes the spontaneous.

The second trial was a fair trial. I do not call it a second trial. I call it a fair trial, as opposed to the first trial, which was an unfair trial, a Roman holiday.

I can only say the first thing that pops into my mind is I remember, years ago, seeing kind of a has-been country singer working - when I first moved to Nashville - in a bar in a Holiday Inn.

I have the ability to sing with emotion and feeling, but if you say I sound like Billie Holiday, that's cool. Let's look at who Billie was: she was this person, this singer, this beautiful diva who could move the audience with the slightest gesture of her hand.

I like to compare the holiday season with the way a child listens to a favorite story. The pleasure is in the familiar way the story begins, the anticipation of familiar turns it takes, the familiar moments of suspense, and the familiar climax and ending.

There is no racial or ethnic involvement in Thanksgiving, and people who may be very distant from the Christian system can see the beauty and the positive spirit that comes from the holiday.

In our open society, we are inclined to give to the less fortunate for the pure goodness of giving. We open our home to those who are alone on this holiday to spread some warmth into the life of another.

I have been determined for the past couple of years to move away from all those Holiday programmes.

I've just finished my next collection, Possible Side Effects, and I'm now working on a collection of holiday stories as well as a memoir about my relationship with my father.

I have had a holiday, and I'd like to take it up professionally.

I knew there was something I had to do yesterday. I couldn't remember what it is. I can't figure it out. I know it's a holiday. I know I don't have a meeting. It's very confusing.

Who the hell wants fourteen pairs of shoes when they go on holiday? I haven't had fourteen pairs in my life.

A holiday is when you celebrate something that's all finished up, that happened a long time ago and now there's nothing left to celebrate but the dead.

When Billie Holiday sings a song, I hear the song, but I always hear her and her truth.

I love oldies just kind of sweet, slinky, Fifties music. The slow stuff. And Billie Holiday.

Once again, we come to the Holiday Season, a deeply religious time that each of us observes, in his own way, by going to the mall of his choice.

Billie Holiday I never met, but I love her music.

We usually use that mostly on the weekends because we have access to the range during the week. But I can tell you a number of times they have had a training holiday at Fort Benning, so nobody trains, and to drag him in is like pulling teeth.

I have been keeping myself fit. I am going on holiday next week in the Mediterranean so that I can really unwind after the football season and have a rest.

A perpetual holiday is a good working definition of hell.