Luck's Just Another Word For Destiny... Either

Treason Is Very Much A Matter Of Habit, Smiley Decided.

The Spy Who Came In From The Cold Was The Work Of A Wayward Imagination Brought To The End Of Its Tether By Political Disgust And Personal Confusion. Fifty Years On, I Don't Associate The Book With Anything That Ever Happened To Me, Save For One Wordless Encounter At London Airport When A Worn-out, Middle-aged Military Kind Of Man In A Stained Raincoat Slammed A Handful Of Mixed Foreign Change On To The Bar And In Gritty Irish Accents Ordered Himself As Much Scotch As It Would Buy. In That Moment, Alec Leamas Was Born. Or So My Memory, Not Always A Reliable Informant, Tells Me.

The Things That Are Done In The Name Of The Shareholder Are, To Me, As Terrifying As The Things That Are Done - Dare I Say It - In The Name Of God.

You Can't Make War Against Terror. Terror Is A Technique Of Battle. It's A Tactic That Has Been Employed Since Time Immemorial. You Can Conduct Clandestine Action Against Terrorists, And That Must Be Done.

But I Think The Real Tension Lies In The Relationship Between What You Might Call The Pursuer And His Quarry, Whether It's The Writer Or The Spy.