Quotes About Challenge

Changers] were a threat to identity, a challenge to the individualism even of those they were never likely to impersonate. It had nothing to do with souls or physical or spiritual possession; it was, as the Idirans well understood, the behavouristic copying of another which revolted. Individuality, the thing which most humans held more precious than anything else about themselves, was somehow cheapened by the ease with which a Changer could ignore it as a limitation and use it as a disguise.

Hey, Wrobik; cheer up, yeah? You're going to shoot down a fucking starship. It'll be an experience.

Besides, it was all very well to criticise the works of others, but in fact it was quite hard, he discovered, to tell a story.

But, however splendid a job may seem when one does not have it, it rarely stands up to close acquaintanceship.

The motto here is that a new door opens every time you push another man out a window.

And then one day when you're playing your little game you'll suddenly find yourself pinned down like a butterfly.

Put that in your pipe and smoke it.

You never get real adventures without a bit of risk somewhere.

The game, whatever it was, had to be played out. If the change of rooms had been the opening gambit, so much the better. The game had to begin somewhere.

Even the highest tree has an axe waiting at its foot.

We're both travelling bad roads and all bad roads lead to the bad town.

particular line of business, peace had reigned for nearly a year. And peace was killing him.

You've interrupted my plans for the last time, Mr. Bond.

That's no way to treat adventures. Never say no to adventures. Always say yes. Otherwise you'll lead a very dull life.

Well, if he had to die anyway, he might as well try it the hard way.

Mr Scaramanga looked up at him under lizard eyelids. 'No. If you figure the evening's not going so good, make it go better. That's what you're being paid for. You act as if you know Jamaica. Okay. Get these people off the pad.' It was many years since James Bond had accepted a 'dare'.

expostulations

It was one of those days when it seemed to James Bond that all life, as someone put it, was nothing but a heap of six to four against.

She would simply wait on the bridge, calm and obstinate, until events, real events, not her own fantasies, roe to her challenge, and dispelled her insignificance.

The truth is, we love each other, we've never stopped, we're obsessed. And we failed to do a thing with it. We couldn't make a life. We couldn't give up the love, but we wouldn't bend to its power.

Now human blubber draped his efforts.

others, the story losing

At last, the gazelle came all the way up to Fatima, then stopped and cast a glance at the horseman as if to say, "You won't be able to do a thing now!

I ripped my left arm out of his hand and slammed my elbow into his solar plexus. He exhaled in a gasp. I lunged for the dagger and sat on top of him, my knees pinning his arms, my dagger on his throat. He lay still. "I give up," he said and smiled. "Your move." Er. I was sitting atop the Beast Lord in my underwear, holding a knife to his throat. What the hell was my next move?