Once you've lived the inside-out world of espionage, you never shed it. It's a mentality, a double standard of existence.

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

The fact that you can only do a little is no excuse for doing nothing.

There are moments which are made up of too much stuff for them to be lived at the time they occur.

A good man knows when to sacrifice himself, a bad man survives but loses his soul.

A good writer is an expert on nothing except himself. And on that subject, if he is wise, he holds his tongue.

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