Ian Fleming
Danger, like a third man, was standing in the room.
— Ian Fleming
Each dark conjecture came and for a moment settled like a vulture on Bond's shoulder and croaked into his ear that he had been a blind fool.
— Ian Fleming
Everyone has the revolver of resignation in his pocket.
— Ian Fleming
Follow your fate, and be satisfied with it, and be glad not to be a second-hand motor salesman, or a yellow-press journalist, pickled in gin and nicotine, or a cripple - or dead.
— Ian Fleming
For her, sex was nothing more than an itch. And this psychological and physiological neutrality of hers at once relieved her of so many human emotions and sentiments and desires. Sexual neutrality was the essence of coldness in an individual. It was a great and wonderful thing to be born with.
— Ian Fleming
From the first, Istanbul had given him the impression of a town where, with the night, horror creeps out of the stones. It seemed to him a town the centuries had so drenched in blood and violence that, when daylight went out, the ghosts of its dead were its only population.
— Ian Fleming
... Goldfinger could not have known that high tension was Bond's natural way of life and that pressure and danger relaxed him.
— Ian Fleming
He had seen how the spirit, the reserves in [Bond], could pull him out of badly damaged conditions that would have broken the normal human being. He knew how a desperate situation would bring out those reserves again, how the will to live would spring up again in a real emergency. Furthermore, he remembered how countless neurotic patients had disappeared forever from his consulting rooms when the last war had broken out. The big worry had driven out the smaller ones, the greater fear the lesser. He made up his mind. He turned back to M. "Give him one more chance.
— Ian Fleming
He shrugged his shoulders to shift the pain of failure---the pain that is so much greater than the pleasure of success.
— Ian Fleming
His headache was still sitting over his right eye as if it had been nailed there.
— Ian Fleming
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