It's the oldest question of all, George. Who can spy on the spies?

Every writer knows he is spurious; every fiction writer would rather be credible than authentic.

Let's die of it before we're too old.

I've got more than one string to my bow, and I thought I'd give this one a twang.

I don't know whether it's age or maturity, but I certainly find myself committed more and more to the looser forms of Western democracy at any price.

He has the gift of quiet.

The Secret Intelligence Service I knew occupied dusky suites of little rooms opposite St James's Park Tube station in London.