Loneliness becomes a lover, solitude a darling sin.

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.

All women love semi-rape. They love to be taken.It was his sweet brutality against my bruised body that made his act of love so piercingly wonderful.

I don't regard James Bond precisely as a hero, but at least he does get on and do his duty, in an extremely corny way.

If I wait for the genius to come, it just doesn't arrive.

Never job backwards. What might have been was a waste of time.

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