It was tied with a Windsor knot. Bond mistrusted anyone who tied his tie with a Windsor knot. It showed too much vanity. It was often the mark of a cad. Bond decided to forget his prejudice.
In their talk there was nothing but companionship with a distant undertone of passion. In the background there was the unspoken zest of the promise which, in due course and in their own time, would be...
In the background there thudded always the hidden metronome of the Casino, ticking up its little treasure of one-per-cents with each spin of a wheel and each turn of a card – a pulsing fat-cat with a...
Head of S., thought Bond. They’re certainly giving me the red carpet treatment.
He shrugged his shoulders to shift the pain of failure---the pain that is so much greater than the pleasure of success.
Bond smelt the smell of danger.
Bond reflected that good Americans were fine people and that most of them seemed to come from Texas.
Bond found this irksome. He disliked being cosseted. It gave him claustrophobia.
Bond didn't defend the practice. He simply maintained that the more effort and ingenuity you put into gambling, the more you took out.
Bond awoke in his own room at dawn and for a time he lay and stroked his memories.
Before a man's forty, girls cost nothing. After that you have to pay money, or tell a story. Of the two, it's the story that hurts most. Anyway I'm not forty yet.
Because people are very careful with the secrets of their own business doesn’t mean that they’ll be careful with the secrets of yours.
Older women are best, because they always think they may be doing it for the last time.
Unless she married soon, Bond thought for the hundredth time, or had a lover, her cool air of authority might easily become spinsterish and she would join the army of women who had married a career.
The gain to the winner is always less than the loss to the loser.
Suspiciously Bond walked over and examined the screws which secured the panel to
Slowly the red dawn broke over the endless plain of black grass that gradually turned to the famous Kentucky blue as the sun ironed out the shadows.
She kept on patching up the edifice of her deceit until Bond wanted to spank her and tell her to relax and tell the truth. Instead he just gave her a reassuring pat on the back outside her room and to...
Like all harsh, cold men, he was easily tipped over into sentiment.
It was a room-shaped room with furniture-shaped furniture, and dainty curtains.