Christine Keeler

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

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

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

I'm not suggesting that the play is without fault; all of my plays are imperfect, I'm rather happy to say-it leaves me something to do.

A myth is a lie that conceals or reveals a truth. But if it reveals even a strand of history or truth, that's what gets my adrenaline going.

Another thing that freaks me out is time. Time is like a book. You have a beginning, a middle and an end. It's just a cycle.