The More Identities A Man Has, The

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.

People Are Very Secretive - Secret Even From Themselves.

Ideologies Have No Heart Of Their Own. They're The Whores And Angels Of Our Striving Selves.

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.

When The World Is Destroyed, It Will Be Destroyed Not By Its Madmen But By The Sanity Of Its Experts And The Superior Ignorance Of Its Bureaucrats.