Quotes About Danger

Bond frowned. 'It's not difficult to get a Double O number if you're prepared to kill people,' he said. 'That's all the meaning it has. It's nothing to be particularly proud of.

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Peter Pedersen

Bond slowly, wearily bent his head and looked at the ground between his spread hands. It was the girl, Tilly. She was watching the buildings below. She had a rifle Ã¢â'¬â€œ a rifle that must have been among the innocent golf clubs Ã¢â'¬â€œ ready to fire on them. Damn and blast the silly bitch!

There was a scream of tortured rubber as the tyres caught the boulevard in a harsh left-handed turn, the deafening echo of a Citroën's exhaust in second gear, a crash into top, then a swiftly diminishing crackle as the car hared off between the shops on the main street towards the coast-road.

Put your guns away and get him out,' he ordered brusquely. 'I'll keep you covered. Be careful of him. I don't want a corpse. And hurry up, it's getting light.

The licence to kill for the Secret Service, the double-0 prefix, was a great honour. It had been earned hardly. It brought James Bond the only assignments he enjoyed—the dangerous ones.

THERE ARE moments of great luxury in the life of a secret agent. There are assignments on which he is required to act the part of a very rich man; occasions when he takes refuge in good living to efface the memory of danger and the shadow of death; and times when, as was now the case, he is a guest in the territory of an allied Secret Service.

The thin man had hit him a hard professional cutting blow with the edge of the hand. There was something rather deadly about his accuracy and lack of effort. He was now again lying back, his eyes closed. He was a man to make you afraid, an evil man. Bond hoped he might get a chance of killing him.

Bond smelt the smell of danger.

Head of S., thought Bond. They're certainly giving me the red carpet treatment.

If you find yourself dead in your bed tonight,' laughed Bond, 'you'll know who did it.

Four bad rubbers would be double his income for a year. If something went wrong he'd look pretty stupid. Have to borrow from M. And M wasn't a particularly rich man. Suddenly he saw that this ridiculous game might end in a very nasty mess.

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There are moments of great luxury in the life of a secret agent. There are assignments on which he is required to act the part of a very rich man; occasions when he takes refuge in good living to efface the memory of danger and the shadow of death…

Somebody handed me two hand grenades," said Seaman Warren G. Harding of the California. "I said: 'What do I do with them?' He said: 'Never mind! Don't pull this!' That's all the instruction I had.

The day's action was far from finished—there were more strikes to be flown, and there was the constant danger that Japanese planes not yet destroyed on the ground would find the Enterprise and pounce on her.

you might want to decide fast. We live in a dangerous world. If you see a chance to be happy, you have to fight for it, so later you have no regrets.

May I say that I am delighted that my favorite alpha is feeling better. Why, you'll be running recklessly into danger against overwhelming odds anytime now.

Desandra shrugged her shoulders. Hey, Kate? Have you thought of walking up to Hugh and telling him that he's got the biggest dick ever? She spread her arms to the size of a baseball bat. No, you think it would work? I asked. It's worth a try. May be he'll be so happy you noticed his pork sword, he'll forget all about trying to kill us. Pork sword. Kill me now. I'll think about it. Ascanio began patting his clothes. What? Derek growled. Looking for something to take notes with.

I do shodo magic," Dali said. "I curse through calligraphy. I have to write the curse out on a piece of paper and I can't move while I do it. One smudge, and I might kill the lot of us." Oh good. "But don't worry." Dali waved her arms. "It's so precise, it usually doesn't work at all." Better and better.

Go home, kiss your wives, hug your children and put your affairs in order, because tomorrow I will burn your neighborhood to the ground. We will kill you, your families, your neighbors, your pets, and anyone who will stand in our path. An attack on my family will not go unpunished.

Hi, Your Majesty, we drugged your love muffin and then let her walk out into the dark, in the snow. Her apartment is destroyed and we're not sure where she is...

And how did your day go? I asked Ascanio. He turned to me, a dreamy look on his pretty face. We killed things. There was blood. Fountains of blood. And then we had barbecue.