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Writing About 2,000 Words In Three Hours Every Morning, 'casino Royale' Dutifully Produced Itself. I Wrote Nothing And Made No Corrections Until The Book Was Finished. If I Had Looked Back At What I Had Written The Day Before I Might Have Despaired.

All The Greatest Men Are Maniacs. They Are Possessed By A Mania Which Drives Them Forward Towards Thier Goal. The Great Scientists, The Philosophers, The Religious Leaders - All Maniacs. What Else But A Blind Singlenee Of Purpose Could Have Given Focus To Thier Genius, Would Have Kept Them In The Groove Of Purpose. Mania... Is As Priceless As Genius.

The Scent And Smoke And Sweat Of A Casino Are Nauseating At Three In The Morning.

Hope Makes A Good Breakfast. Eat Plenty Of It.

I Think It's The Same With All The Relationships Between A Man And A Woman. They Can Survive Anything So Long As Some Kind Of Basic Humanity Exists Between The Two People. When All Kindness Has Gone, When One Person Obviously And Sincerely Doesn't Care If The Other Is Alive Or Dead, Then It's Just No Good. -- From Quantum Of Solace