A medium Vodka dry Martini – with a slice of lemon peel. Shaken and not stirred.
I have always smoked and drunk and loved too much. In fact I have lived not too long but too much. One day the Iron Crab will get me. Then I shall have died of living too much.
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.
He provides a vision. He often reminds countries of their responsibilities in a way that makes it seem not only like a legal obligation but a moral responsibility.
I always make it a rule never to look back. Otherwise, I’d ask myself how I could write such piffle and live with myself, day after day.
I was just on the edge of getting married, and I was frenzied at the prospect of this great step in my life after having been a bachelor for so long. And I really wanted to take my mind off of the agony, and so I decided to sit down and write a book.
And then one day when you’re playing your little game you’ll suddenly find yourself pinned down like a butterfly.
He shrugged his shoulders to shift the pain of failure – the pain that is so much greater than the pleasure of success.
Shaken and not stirred.
And people with obsessions, reflected Bond, were blind to danger.
Mine’s Bond – James Bond.
Just as, at least in one religion, accidia is the first of the cardinal sins, so bordom, and particularly the incredible circumstance of waking up bored, was the only vice Bond utterly condemned.
I don’t regard James Bond precisely as a hero, but at least he does get on and do his duty, in an extremely corny way.
I’m not in the Shakespeare stakes. I have no ambition.
If I wait for the genius to come, it just doesn’t arrive.
There is only one recipe for a best seller and it is a very simple one. You have to get the reader to turn over the page.
Above all, he liked it that everything was one’s own fault. There was only oneself to praise or blame. Luck was a servant and not a master. Luck had to be accepted with a shrug or taken advantage of up to the hilt. But it had to be understood and recognized for what it was and not confused with a faulty appreciation of the odds, for, at gambling, the deadly sin is to mistake bad play for bad luck. And luck in all its moods had to be loved and not feared.
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.
When the odds are hopeless, when all seems to be lost, then is the time to be calm, to make a show of authority – at least of indifference.
Never send a man where you can send a bullet.