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...
It was the short men that caused all the trouble in the world.
In angry protest the red telephone splintered the silence.
For the first time since his capture, fear came to Bond and crawled up his spine.
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...
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...
I don’t drink tea. I hate it. It’s mud. Moreover it’s one of the main reasons for the downfall of the British Empire. Be a good girl and make me some coffee.
He suddenly dropped his bantering tone and looked at Bond sharply and venomously.
Danger, like a third man, was standing in the room.
You never get real adventures without a bit of risk somewhere.
Today we are fighting Communism. Okay. If I'd been alive fifty years ago, the brand of Conservatism we have today would have been damn near called Communism and we should have been told to go and figh...
I never have more than one drink before dinner. But I do like that one to be large and very strong and very cold and very well-made. I hate small portions of anything, particularly when they taste bad...
Her breasts were showing and Mr. Player, who was a very strong Quaker, didn't think that was quite proper.
Bond mistrusted anyone who tied his tie with a Windsor knot. It showed too much vanity.
These blithering women who thought they could do a man's work. Why the hell couldn't they stay at home and mind their pots and pans and stick to their frocks and gossip and leave men's work to the men...
How soon Mathis had been proved right and how soon his own little sophistries had been exploded in his face!
Garch ahar?
What’s the good of other people’s opinions? Animals don’t consult each other about other animals. They look and sniff and feel. In love and hate, and everything in between, those are the only tests th...
The two cards slithered towards him across the green sea. Like an octopus under a rock, Le Chiffre watched him from the other side of the table. Bond reached out a steady right hand and drew the cards...
Miss Moneypenny would have been desirable but for eyes which were cool and direct and quizzical.