We knew we were talking about spies. I knew he knew I knew. I was digging my own grave. — 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. — Christine Keeler
They wanted to hear about the s*x, of course. But not the rest; no one wanted to hear the rest. — Christine Keeler
They came and bound me up and I had awful stretch marks. I hated my breasts after that. — Christine Keeler
As a little girl I used to daydream about my real father coming on a white horse to rescue me. — Christine Keeler
I don’t know if he was the fourth man or the fifth, but he was certainly in the top 10. — Christine Keeler
My mother used to go out on her own, and I used to have to keep a look out for my stepfather coming home. — Christine Keeler