You couldn't trust anyone or anything that belonged to the world of espionage.

I vividly remember being 14. That was the age when I started to get happy: I started being a writer and stopped being a loser.

Was it fate? Was it destiny?" "I think it was Alan Blunt.

Let me tell you, Alex. He's a crook. He's based here in Miami. He's a nasty piece of work." "He's mexican" Troy added.

You're never too young to die.

Oh-do be careful with that! That's my Buddha hand grenade. Twist the head twice and throw it and anyone within ten yards can say their prayers.

Nice day for a funeral.