Survival...is An Infinite Capacity For

I Was The British Spy Who Had Come Out Of The Woodwork And Told It How It Really Was, And Anything I Said To The Contrary Only Enforced The Myth. And Since I Was Writing For A Public Hooked On Bond And Desperate For The Antidote, The Myth Stuck.

A Committee Is An Animal With Four Back Legs.

Each My Book Feels Like My Last Book. And Then I Think, Like A Dedicated Alcoholic, That One More Won't Do Me Any Harm.

...also Took For Granted That Secret Services Were The Only Real Measure Of A Nations Political Health, The Only Real Expression Of Its Subconscious.

I Don't Know Whether It's Age Or Maturity, But I Certainly Find Myself Committed More And More To The Looser Forms Of Western Democracy At Any Price.