I used to think it was clever to confuse comedy with tragedy. Now I wish I could distinguish them.

Love is whatever you can still betray. Betrayal can only happen if you love.

Ideologies have no heart of their own. They're the whores and angels of our striving selves.

Without a pen in my hand I can't think.

Each my book feels like my last book. And then I think, like a dedicated alcoholic, that one more won't do me any harm.

America has entered one of its periods of historic madness, but this is the worst I can remember.

I was the British spy who had come out of the woodwork and told it how it really was, and anything I said to the contrary only enforced the myth. And since I was writing for a public hooked on Bond and desperate for the antidote, the myth stuck.