The last thing you know about yourself is your effect.
There's a sense in all my novels that nothing is certain.
I don't think they'll ever make a retro Bond.
I have to start my real life soon, before I die of boredom and frustration.
It's amazing how sudden the effect is - it must be the result of a deep atavistic mating urge buried inside us. A glance and you think: 'Yes, this is the one, this one is right for me.' Every instinct in your body seems to sing in unison.
She's half mad and three parts drunk.