Christine Keeler Quotes
No one else knows the whole story. I was there. I lived through it.
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.
They came and bound me up and I had awful stretch marks. I hated my breasts after that.
They wanted to hear about the sex, of course. But not the rest; no one wanted to hear the rest.
We knew we were talking about spies. I knew he knew I knew. I was digging my own grave.
