History is moving pretty quickly these days and the heroes and villains keep on changing parts.

— Ian Fleming

If you fail at the large things it means you have not large ambitions. Concentration, focus - that is all. The aptitudes come, the tools forge themselves.

— Ian Fleming

In angry protest the red telephone splintered the silence.

— Ian Fleming

In the center of Bond was a hurricane-room, the kind of citadel found in old-fashioned houses in the tropics. These rooms are small, strongly built cells in the heart of the house, in the middle of the first floor and sometimes dug down into its foundations. To this cell the owner and his family retire if the storm threatens to destroy the house, and they stay there until the danger is past. Bond went to his hurricane room only when the situation was beyond his control and no other possible action could be taken. Now he retired to this citadel, closed his mind to the hell of noise and violent movement, and focused on a single stitch in the back of the seat in front of him, waiting with slackened nerves for whatever fate had decided for B. E. A. Flight No. 130.

— Ian Fleming

I think it's the same with all the relationships between a man and a woman. They can survive anything so long as some kind of basic humanity exists between the two people. When all kindness has gone, when one person obviously and sincerely doesn't care if the other is alive or dead, then it's just no good.-- from Quantum of Solace

— Ian Fleming

It was the short men that caused all the trouble in the world.

— Ian Fleming

I've found that one must try and teach people that there's no top limit to disaster-that, so long as breath remains in your body, you've got except the miseries of life. They will often seem infinite, insupportable. They are part of the human condition.

— Ian Fleming

I would stay away from him and leave him to go his own road where there would be other women, countless other women, who would probably give him as much physical pleasure as he had had with me. I wouldn’t care, or at least I told myself that I wouldn’t care, because none of them would ever own him—own any larger piece of him than I now did.

— Ian Fleming

Just as, at least in one religion, acidic is the first of the cardinal sins, so boredom, and particularly the incredible circumstance of waking up bored, was the only vice Bond utterly condemned.

— Ian Fleming

Like all harsh, cold men, he was easily tipped over into sentiment.

— Ian Fleming