There are things in life we don't understand, and when we meet them, all we can do is let them alone.

I let people off the hook too easily.

We all possess, like it or not, the people we know, and are possessed by them in turn.

There is a disconnect between the film Bond and the literary Bond which is their contemporaneity. I don't suffer from that.

Dignity was the first quality to be abandoned when the heart took over the running of human affairs.

When it's mutual, a man and a woman know, instinctively, wordlessly. They may do nothing about it, but the knowledge of that shared desire is out there in the world - as obvious as neon, saying: I want you, I want you, I want you.

Do we change every time we have a new encounter? Are we endlessly mutable? I think these are fascinating questions: it's a rich vein to tap, and I don't think I have exhausted it fully yet.