It's Been A Misery For Me, Living

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.

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.

Discretion Is The Polite Word For Hypocrisy.