With film, you have very limited tools to convey subjectivity - voiceover, the camera's point of view, good acting - but even the very best actor in the world is crude by comparison with what you can do in a written paragraph.

We talked filth for a pleasant half hour.

I have teken refuge in the doctrine that advises one not to seek tranquility in certainty but in permanently suspended judgement.

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.

I have this lock of hair that keeps falling across my forehead. It drives me mad.

I know many older writers who were very successful and whose books are now out of print, so you have to go to antiquarian booksellers to buy their fifth or eighth novel or whatever it is.

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