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.
Power is the goal of all ambition,
The safe, empty room sneered at him.
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...
He was a secret agent, and still alive thanks to his exact attention to the detail of his profession.
Garch ahar?
Everyone has the revolver of resignation in his pocket.
Bond mistrusted anyone who tied his tie with a Windsor knot. It showed too much vanity.
All women love semi-rape. They love to be taken.It was his sweet brutality against my bruised body that made his act of love so piercingly wonderful.
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...
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...
Miss Moneypenny would have been desirable but for eyes which were cool and direct and quizzical.
Her breasts were showing and Mr. Player, who was a very strong Quaker, didn't think that was quite proper.
He says that courage is a capital sum reduced by expenditure.
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...
Then he slept, and with the warmth and humour of his eyes extinguished, his features relapsed into a taciturn mask, ironical, brutal, and cold.
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...
Tears of forlornness and self-pity welled out of his eyes.
She explained to me later that she must have been possessed by a subconscious desire to be raped. Well she found me in the mountains and she was raped - by me.
People are islands,' she said. 'They don't really touch. However close they are, they're really quite separate. Even if they've been married for fifty years.