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

Smiley was soaked to the skin and God as a punishment had removed all taxis from the face of London.

A good writer can watch a cat pad across the street and know what it is to be pounced upon by a Bengal tiger.

I worked for MI6 in the Sixties, during the great witch-hunts, when the shared paranoia of the Cold War gripped the services.

God is in his Heaven and the first night was a wow.

We've had enough." He took back the report and jammed it under his arm. "We've had a bellyful, in fact." "And like everyone who's had enough," said Control as Alleline noisily left the room, "he wants more.

It's death, that's what I'm suffering from. The systematic encroachment of the big D.