He Has The Gift Of Quiet.

A Desk Is A Dangerous Place From Which To View The World.

It's Part Of A Writer's Profession, As It's Part Of A Spy's Profession, To Prey On The Community To Which He's Attached, To Take Away Information - Often In Secret - And To Translate That Into Intelligence For His Masters, Whether It's His Readership Or His Spy Masters. And I Think That Both Professions Are Perhaps Rather Lonely.

A Good Man Knows When To Sacrifice Himself, A Bad Man Survives But Loses His Soul.

Fools, Most Linguists. Damn All To Say In One Language, So They Learn Another And Say Damn All In That.

What Do You Think Spies Are: Priests, Saints And Martyrs? They're A Squalid Procession Of Vain Fools, Traitors Too, Yes; Pansies, Sadists And Drunkards, People Who Play Cowboys And Indians To Brighten Their Rotten Lives.