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

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.

At the end, the realization is that she had to get to a place in her life where she could drop her guard and make peace with the fact that whether she had a small amount of time, that she had to kind of live it completely through, instead of living by the rules.

It is living and ceasing to live that are imaginary solutions. Existence is elsewhere.

You are not here merely to make a living. You are here in order to enable the world to live more amply, with greater vision, with a finer spirit of hope and achievement. You are here to enrich the world, and you impoverish yourself if you forget the errand.

I love living on that stage. Without that, I'd die.

There is always a type of man who says he loves his fellow men, and expects to make a living at it.

Don't make music for some vast, unseen audience or market or ratings share or even for something as tangible as money. Though it's crucial to make a living, that shouldn't be your inspiration. Do it for yourself.

Death comes not to the living soul, nor age to the loving heart.

The association promotes a way of life, not causes; a harmony in living, not political faiths; a bilateral loyalty, not commercial or social projects. Yet it is an association for as noble a purpose as any involved in any prior decisions.

Every true prayer is a prayer of the Church; by means of that prayer the Church prays, since it is the Holy Spirit living in the Church, Who in every single soul 'prays in us with unspeakable groanings'.

It seems difficult, sometimes, to believe that there was a time when sentiments now become habitual, sentiments that imply not only the original imperative of conduct, but the original metaphysic of living, were by no means altogether habitual.

Nature is a temple in which living columns sometimes emit confused words. Man approaches it through forests of symbols, which observe him with familiar glances.

Being a father, well, I don't know if this is a change, but it makes me want to get out of here faster. Get off the clock. Just 'cause the baby is my reason for living, my reason for coming to work.

Living at risk is jumping off the cliff and building your wings on the way down.

A little simplification would be the first step toward rational living, I think.

I have come to terms with a lot of things, because, when all's said and done, there's really very little one can do about a lot of things. You just accept them. The point is you just have to keep on working and you just have to keep on living.

Each day, and the living of it, has to be a conscious creation in which discipline and order are relieved with some play and pure foolishness.

Countries under foreign command quickly forget their history, their past, their tradition, their national symbols, their way of living, often their own literary language.

Writing is a dog's life, but the only life worth living.

In my fifty years of experience and memory, I have seen the most amazing increase in the standard of living of a people ever achieved anywhere in the world. This is why I am so sure that our system of free competition and industrial development is sound and must be preserved.

If you have anything really valuable to contribute to the world it will come through the expression of your own personality, that single spark of divinity that sets you off and makes you different from every other living creature.

If you take the creation of music and the creation of your own life values as your overall goal, then living becomes a musical process.

Because the quality of living with nature and allowing it to manifest itself is different than the quality of living in a city, especially a dense city.