Never say 'no' to adventures.
Mr Bond, they have a saying in Chicago: 'Once is happenstance. Twice is coincidence. The third time it's enemy action'.
He’s not a bad guy really, except he’s so crooked, you shake hands with him you better count your fingers afterwards.
He suddenly dropped his bantering tone and looked at Bond sharply and venomously.
Bond sat down and looked across into the tranquil, lined sailor’s face that he loved, honoured and obeyed.
The gloomy hall was also the main living-room. A meagre fire flickered behind the fire-irons in the wide hearth and two club chairs and a Knole sofa stood impassively watching the flames. Between them...
The World Is Not Enough
In the evening darkness doesn’t really fall, it rises. When
I prefer to regard myself as one who has the ability and the mental and nervous equipment to make his own laws and act according to them rather than accept the laws that suit the lowest common denomin...
He asked nothing better than to kill an Englishman. He had accounts to settle with the bastards.
During the next two days James Bond was permanently in this state without regaining consciousness. He watched the procession of his dreams go by without any effort to disturb their sequence, although...
Bond closed his eyes and mentally explored his body. The worst pain was in his wrists and ankles and in his right hand where the Russian had cut him. In the centre of the body there was no feeling. He...
You never get real adventures without a bit of risk somewhere.
There's a Good Book about goodness and how to be good and so forth, but there's no Evil Book about how to be evil and how to be bad. The Devil had no prophets to write his Ten Commandments, and no tea...
The seventy million cubic metres of rubble in Berlin are gradually being made into mountains, which then will be turfed and have trees planted on them. These mountains are known as Monte Klamotten—Rub...
Now it’s your turn again,’ she said. ‘Buy me another drink and then tell me what sort of a woman you think would add to you.’ Bond gave his order to the steward. He lit a cigarette and turned back to...
Never send a man where you can send a bullet.
Mathis moved his chair close to hers and said softly: ‘That is a very good friend of mine. I am glad you have met each other. I can already feel the ice-floes on the two rivers breaking up.’ He smiled...
For the first time since his capture, fear came to Bond and crawled up his spine.
Our prisons are full of people who think they're Napoleon..or God.