She wanted to say 'I love you like a thunderstorm, like a lion, like a helpless rage'.

She looked at his young face, so full of concern and tenderness; and she remembered why she had run away from everyone else and sought solitude here. She yearned to kiss him, and she saw the answering longing in his eyes. Every fiber of her body told her to throw herself into his arms, but she knew what she had to do. She wanted to say, I love you like a thunderstorm, like a lion, like a helpless rage; but instead she said: "I think I'm going to marry Alfred.

There is no point in asking a man a question until you have established whether he has any reason to lie to you.

James Bond is quite serious about his drinks and clothing and cigarettes and food and all that sort of thing. There is nothing wry or amused about James Bond.

Without books I would not have become a vivacious reader, and if you are not a reader you are not a writer.

After a certain point, most people, including editors, will tell you everything you do is great.

When you've lost everything, you've got nothing to lose.