Survival...is an infinite capacity for suspicion.
Strange to wander in the mist, each is alone. No tree knows his neighbour. Each is alone.
Sometimes she thought Alec was right—you believed in things because you needed to; what you believed in had no value of its own, no function. What did he say: A dog scratches where it itches. Differen...
Sometimes she thought Alec was right – you believed in things because you needed to; what you believed in had no value of its own, no function.
Over them, in a swaying, muddy mist, hung the flies, snoring on a single note.
Les mauvaises langues ont l'habitude de voir leurs cobayes tout en noir ou tout en blanc et de leur attribuer des défauts ou des mobiles que le style sténographique de la conversation peut aisément su...
Leninismo: la conveniencia de las alianzas transitorias.
It’s my innocence, he explains. Your what? He reiterates, very precisely. Our problem, Timbo, is my purblind, incurable, omnivorous innocence. I can’t leave life alone. I love it. Its fictions and its...
It was the most monotonous day of my life, he replied without a second’s hesitation. Then his rigid face broke and re-formed itself into the best smile ever, so that for a moment he really did look as...
It was him taught Idi Amin’s lads how to extract voluntary confessions with the aid of an electric cattle-prod. Our chum likes them English and he likes them with a dirty past. He
It is not fashionable to quote Stalin but he said once, half a million liquidated is a statistic, but one man killed in a traffic accident is a national tragedy. He was laughing, you see, at the bourg...
Intelligence work has one moral law - it is justified by results.
I would say that since the war, our methods-out and those of the opposition-have become much the same. I mean you can't be less ruthless than the opposition simply because your government's 'policy' i...
I used to think it was clever to confuse comedy with tragedy. Now i wish i could distinguish them.
I have destroyed him with the weapons I abhorred, and they are his. We have crossed each other's frotiers, we are the no-men of this no-man's land.
He hated to be alone, but people bored him. Being alone was like being tired, but unable to sleep.
For Heaven’s sake, Adrian, do you think Intelligence consists of unassailable philosophical truths? Does every priest have to prove that Christ was born on Christmas Day?
Few men can resist expressing their appetites when they're making a fantasy about themselves.
Each of us has only a quantum of compassion. That if we lavish our concern on every stray cat, we never get to the centre of things. What do you think of i?
Dealing with beautiful women, Your Grace, Craw had warned, is like dealing with known criminals, and the lady you are about to solicit undoubtedly falls within that category.