Everyone Has The Revolver Of

Diamonds Are Forever.

A Gentleman's Choice Of Timepiece Says As Much About Him As Does His Saville Row Suit.

I Would Stay Away From Him And Leave Him To Go His Own Road Where There Would Be Other Women, Countless Other Women, Who Would Probably Give Him As Much Physical Pleasure As He Had Had With Me. I Wouldn’t Care, Or At Least I Told Myself That I Wouldn’t Care, Because None Of Them Would Ever Own Him—own Any Larger Piece Of Him Than I Now Did.

Before A Man's Forty, Girls Cost Nothing. After That You Have To Pay Money, Or Tell A Story. Of The Two, It's The Story That Hurts Most. Anyway I'm Not Forty Yet.

Worry Is A Dividend Paid To Disaster Before It Is Due