Diamonds Are Forever.

He Could Not Just Wear A Watch. It Had To Be A Rolex.

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.

Luck In All Its Moods Had To Be Loved And Not Feared Bond Saw Luck As A Woman, To Be Softly Wooed Or Brutally Ravaged, Never Pandered To Or Pursued. But He Was Honest Enough To Admit That He Had Never Yet Been Made To Suffer By Cards Or By Women. One Day, And He Accepted The Fact He Would Be Brought To His Knees By Love Or By Luck.

One Of The Bibles Of My Youth Was 'birds Of The West Indies,' By James Bond, A Well-known Ornithologist, And When I Was Casting About For A Name For My Protagonist I Thought, 'my God, That's The Dullest Name I've Ever Heard,' So I Appropriated It. Now The Dullest Name In The World Has Become An Exciting One.

The Conventional Parabola--sentiment, The Touch Of The Hand, The Kiss, The Passionate Kiss, The Feel Of The Body, The Climax In The Bed, Then More Bed, Then Less Bed, Then The Boredom, The Tears And The Final Bitterness--was To Him Shameful And Hypocritical.