Quotes About Ian Fleming

He looked up at Mathis to see how bored he was getting with these introspective refinements of what, to Mathis, was a simple question of duty. Mathis smiled back at him.

Push dem under the doors,' he said. 'Ah cain't do nuthen else. Git mah throat cut. But Ah don' like any foolin' aroun' wid da customers 'n my cyar. Nossuh.

Într-o lupt? cu niÈ™te È›igani, chiar aici pe dealurile din spatele Istanbulului, am câÈ™tigat o fat? din Basarabia.

Benzedrine,' he said. 'I rang up my secretary before dinner and asked her to wangle some out of the surgery at Headquarters.

I have discussed this with him and he points out that the Rolex Oyster Perpetual weighs about six ounces and would appreciably slow up the use of his left hand in combat. His practice, in fact, is to use fairly cheap, expendable wrist watches on expanding metal bracelets which can be slipped forward over the thumb and used in the form of a knuckle-duster, either on the outside or the inside of the hand.

During interrogation he committed suicide by swallowing a coat-button of compressed potassium cyanide.

He wore a heavy black moustache and the backs of his hands on the rail were matted with black hair. Bond guessed that hair covered most of his squat body. Naked, Bond supposed, he would be an obscene object.

Bond swallowed. He looked over towards Vesper. Felix Leiter was again standing beside her. He grinned slightly and Bond smiled back and raised his hand from the table in a small gesture of benediction.

And of course, Japan, with the highest suicide statistics in the world, a country with an unquenchable thirst for the bizarre, the cruel and the terrible, would provide the perfect last refuge for him.

IT WAS twelve o'clock when Bond left the Splendide and the clock on the 'mairie' was stumbling through its midday carillon.

He was used to oblique control and rather liked it. He felt it feather-bedded him a little, allowed him to give or take an hour or two in his communications with M.

For the first time since his capture, fear came to Bond and crawled up his spine.

Bond awoke in his own room at dawn and for a time he lay and stroked his memories.

A dry martini,' he said. 'One. In a deep champagne goblet.' 'Oui, monsieur.' 'Just a moment. Three measures of Gordon's, one of vodka, half a measure of Kina Lillet. Shake it very well until it's ice-cold, then add a large thin slice of lemon-peel. Got it?

AS, TWO weeks later, James Bond awoke in his room at the Hotel Splendide, some of this history passed through his mind.

I shouldn't do it if I were you, Doctor No. They're a tenacious lot of people in my Service. If anything happens to me and the girl, you'll find Crab Key's a very small and naked little island.

He hated Virginia tobacco

At an intersection on the main road from Nyon to Geneva, for instance, there is a neat villa, window-boxes and all, that reveals itself on closer inspection to be a mighty stressed-concrete pillbox.) Military

he upended his suitcase just inside the door and balanced the three glasses on top of it. It was a simple booby trap but it would give him all the warning he needed.

And now he knew that … the conquest of her body, because of the central privacy in her, would have the sweet tang of rape.

She had the gay, bold, forthcoming looks the Viennese are supposed to have and seldom do.

but that the conquest of her body, because of the central privacy in her, would each time have the sweet tang of rape.

Before that nothing out of the ordinary – usual flow of people in and out of a busy government building – except, of all things, a whole damned women's orchestra.

WHEN THE Diamond Smugglers was first published Ian Fleming had a copy bound for his own library. On the flyleaf, as was his custom, he wrote a short paragraph describing its genesis. It started with the alarming words: "This was written in 2 weeks in Tangiers, April 1957." As the ensuing tale of woe made clear, he didn't consider it his finest fortnight. He ended with the dismissive verdict: "It