Loneliness becomes a lover, solitude a darling sin.

Mine’s Bond – James Bond.

My mental hands were empty, and I felt I must do something as a counterirritant or antibody to my hysterical alarm at getting married at the age of 43.

People do connect me with James Bond simply because I happen to like scrambled eggs and short-sleeved shirts and some of the things that James Bond does, but I certainly haven't got his guts nor his very lively appetites.

As for sex, well, I mean sex is a perfectly respectable subject as far as Shakespeare is concerned. I mean, all history is love and violence.

Once is happenstance. Twice is coincidence. Three times is enemy action.

It’s just that I’d rather die of drink than of thirst.