Everything I Write Has A Precedent In

People Do Connect Me With James Bond Simply Because I Happen To Like Scrambled Eggs And Short-sleeved Shirts And Some Of The Things That James Bond Does, But I Certainly Haven't Got His Guts Nor His Very Lively Appetites.

I'm Not In The Shakespeare Stakes. I Have No Ambition.

Diamonds Are Forever.

Above All, He Liked It That Everything Was One's Own Fault. There Was Only Oneself To Praise Or Blame. Luck Was A Servant And Not A Master. Luck Had To Be Accepted With A Shrug Or Taken Advantage Of Up To The Hilt. But It Had To Be Understood And Recognized For What It Was And Not Confused With A Faulty Appreciation Of The Odds, For, At Gambling, The Deadly Sin Is To Mistake Bad Play For Bad Luck. And Luck In All Its Moods Had To Be Loved And Not Feared

Never Job Backwards. What Might Have Been Was A Waste Of Time.