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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| af6c84c | Death is never very far. | Ali | ||
| 9ab4137 | One who forsakes truth earns eternal damnation. | Ali | ||
| 2c6ed4c | If you cannot get things as much as you desire than be contented with what you have. | Ali | ||
| c307365 | long-ago lifetime. | Barry Eisler | ||
| ec6d070 | his pipe. | Barry Eisler | ||
| f1fdfd2 | Anything which can be counted is finite and will come to an end. | Ali | ||
| c49eb46 | If matters get mixed up then scrutinize the cause and you will know what the effects will be. | Ali | ||
| ab82575 | The seventy million cubic metres of rubble in Berlin are gradually being made into mountains, which then will be turfed and have trees planted on them. These mountains are known as Monte Klamotten--Rubbish Mountains--and the total operation is known as 'Hitler's Collected Works'. | Ian Fleming | ||
| a30c72d | I have survived. I am here. | surviving | Laurie Halse Anderson | |
| be5715c | Ir loti skumji mazgat velu, ja taja nav neviena viriesa krekla. | mīlestība | Ian Fleming | |
| afcd212 | Clausewitz's first principle was to have a secure base. From there one proceeds to freedom of action. | Ian Fleming | ||
| 8ef2ea3 | The back two had fanned out a step to have a clear field of fire. Three revolvers, ungainly with their sausage-shaped silencers, whipped out of holsters concealed among the rags. With disciplined precision the three men aimed at different points down Strangways's spine - one between the shoulders, one in the small of the back, one at the pelvis. The three heavy coughs were almost one. Strangways's body was hurled forward as if it had been k.. | Ian Fleming | ||
| a643f77 | If you find yourself dead in your bed tonight,' laughed Bond, 'you'll know who did it. | Ian Fleming | ||
| 8cf3c9e | it came to feel more a fortress than a home. A fortress of solitude. | Barry Eisler | ||
| acabe2e | What's the good of other people's opinions? Animals don't consult each other about other animals. They look and sniff and feel. In love and hate, and everything in between, those are the only tests that matter. But people are unsure of their own instincts. They want reassurance. So they ask someone else whether they should like a particular person or not. And as the world loves bad news, they nearly always get a bad answer - or at least a q.. | Ian Fleming | ||
| 2dd34e7 | Of all of them, I'd choose the Walther PPK 7.65 mm. It only came fourth after the Japanese M-14, the Russian Tokarev and the Sauer M-38. But I like its light trigger pull and the extension spur of the magazine gives a grip that should suit 007. It's a real stopping gun. Of course it's about a .32 calibre as compared with the Beretta's .25, but I wouldn't recommend anything lighter. And you can get ammunition for the Walther anywhere in the .. | Ian Fleming | ||
| 45d7e7d | The world is too public. These things can only be secured in privacy. You talk of kings and presidents. How much power do they possess? As much as their people will allow them. Who in the world has the power of life or death over his people? Now that Stalin is dead, can you name any man except myself? And how do I possess that power, that sovereignty? Through privacy. Through the fact that nobody knows. Through the fact that I have to accou.. | Ian Fleming | ||
| 5ed3bdc | Now the pieces in the puzzle fell firmly into place. For this it was certainly worth scaring away a few birds and wiping out a few people. Privacy? Of course Doctor No would have to kill him and the girl. Power? This was it. Doctor No had really got himself into business. | Ian Fleming | ||
| 3048b3f | Bond broke into his warehouse one night and left a thermite bomb. He then went and sat in a cafe a mile away and watched the flames leap above the horizon of roof-tops and listened to the silver cascade of the fire-brigade bells. | Ian Fleming | ||
| 3c71711 | History is moving pretty quickly these days and the heroes and villains keep on changing parts.' Mathis | Ian Fleming | ||
| 614815c | Slowly the red dawn broke over the endless plain of black grass that gradually turned to the famous Kentucky blue as the sun ironed out the shadows. | Ian Fleming | ||
| 6312b5e | The gloomy hall was also the main living-room. A meagre fire flickered behind the fire-irons in the wide hearth and two club chairs and a Knole sofa stood impassively watching the flames. Between them on a low settee was a well-stocked drink tray. The wide spaces surrounding this spark of life were crowded with massive Rothschildian pieces of furniture of the Second Empire, and ormolu, tortoiseshell, brass and mother-of-pearl winked back ri.. | Ian Fleming | ||
| 0bcee9a | ugly night swim, had built up tensions that could only be eased by sleep and solitude. He went out like a light - to dream of Domino being pursued by a shark with dazzling white teeth that suddenly became Largo, Largo who turned on him with those huge hands. They were coming closer, they reached slowly for him, they had him by the shoulder ... | Ian Fleming | ||
| e966ad4 | How do you know there aren't such things as dragons?... What do you think you know about animals and things? I've lived with snakes and things since I was a child. Alone. Have you ever seen a praying mantis eat her husband after they've made love? Have you ever seen the mongoose dance? Or an octopus dance? How long is a hummingbird's tongue? Have you ever had a pet snake that wore a bell round its neck and rang it to wake you? Have you seen.. | Ian Fleming | ||
| ae3c0ab | Those who deserve to die,' he paused, 'die the death they deserve. | Ian Fleming | ||
| 47334f4 | Those who have come alive out of a blood-bath live longer and have more children. | Ali | ||
| d147ae6 | I appreciate an old man's cautious opinion more than the valor of a young man. | Ali | ||
| 7af0969 | Oddjob turned and walked stolidly back towards them. When he was half way across the floor, and without pausing or taking aim, he reached up to his hat, took it by the rim and flung it sideways with all his force. There was a loud clang. For an instant the rim of the bowler hat stuck an inch deep in the panel Goldfinger had indicated, then it fell and clattered on the floor. Goldfinger smiled politely at Bond. 'A light but very strong alloy.. | Ian Fleming | ||
| c0fd6b6 | Ian Fleming's stories probably had a greater influence on me than those of Geoffrey Jenkins, although I've always considered Jenkins to be a unique storyteller. When writing "Per Fine Ounce", I was trying to retain the suspense and emulate the cavalier nature of Fleming's James Bond." | Peter Vollmer | ||
| 1653cad | America's a civilized country. More or less. What | Ian Fleming | ||
| b892e80 | It was the mistakes one made at the beginning of a case that were the worst. They were the irretrievable ones, the ones that got you off on the wrong foot, that gave the enemy the first game. | Ian Fleming | ||
| 8dc084c | In the evening darkness doesn't really fall, it rises. When | Ian Fleming | ||
| 50a0b56 | Once is happenstance. Twice is coincidence. Three times is enemy action. --Ian Fleming | Malcolm Nance | ||
| 3b6420e | So you're going to Las Vegas,' said Bond. 'Funny coincidence department.' He told Leiter about his conversation with Shady Tree. 'Sure,' said Leiter. 'No coincidence about it. We're both travelling bad roads and all bad roads lead to the bad town. I | Ian Fleming | ||
| 6afcad2 | 5 ....... NIGGER HEAVEN | Ian Fleming | ||
| af028c6 | What did Ian Fleming say? Once is happenstance, twice is coincidence, three times is enemy action. And I don't believe in waiting for even that much evidence. It was past time to act. | Barry Eisler | ||
| 1f4932a | because how could something so awful also contain something so impossibly good? | Barry Eisler | ||
| fb8c339 | Now you gird yourself and take yourself where you want to go ... but one day another will gird you and take you where you do not want to go. | Rumer Godden | ||
| 3a625ab | If you're looking for other authors who'll grab your attention and keep it, I'm happy to recommend the following: Blake Crouch's Wayward Pines Series Robert Dugoni's Tracy Crosswhite Series Kendra Elliot's Bone Secrets Series Marcus Sakey's Brilliance Trilogy T.R. Ragan's Lizzy Gardner Series Barry Eisler's John Rain Series Sean Chercover's The Game Trilogy Alan Russell's Gideon and Sirius Series And newly discovered Matthew FitzSimmons--I .. | Andrew Peterson | ||
| 2f4da89 | Karate moved slowly through the lobby. His gaze went to Belghazi and his eyes hardened in a way that would mean nothing to most people but that meant a great deal to me. From this gaze I understood Karate wasn't looking at a man. No. What I saw instead was a hunter acquiring a target. | Barry Eisler | ||
| a517472 | He shrugged. "You know I was in the dark about all that as much as you were. This time it's straightforward. And sanctioned." "Sanctioned by whom?" He looked at me. "By the proper authorities." "All right," I said, taking a sip from the porcelain demitasse. "Tell me." He leaned forward and put his elbows on the table. "After nine-eleven, Congress took the shackles off the Agency. There's a new spirit in the place. We're pushing the envelope.. | Barry Eisler | ||
| 64b8a7a | His eyes were still on me, but they no longer perceived. I stepped back, out of their sightless ambit, and paused to observe the scene. It looked like what it almost was: a weightlifting addict, alone and late at night, tries to handle more than he can, gets caught under the bar, suffocates and dies there. A bizarre accident. | Barry Eisler | ||
| 2fd32e0 | Within days, perhaps hours, the discarded remnants of this last job would have been bleached of any trace of their origins, each just another nameless, colorless item among nameless, colorless souls, the flotsam and jetsam of loneliness and despair that fall from time to time into Tokyo's collective blind spot, and from there into oblivion. | Barry Eisler | ||
| 4141967 | Tokyo is so vast, and can be so cruelly impersonal, that the succor provided by its occasional oasis is sweeter than that of any other place I've known. There is the quiet of shrines like Hikawa, inducing a somber sort of reflection that for me has always been the same pitch as the reverberation of a temple chime; the solace of tiny nomiya, neighborhood watering holes, with only two or perhaps four seats facing a bar less than half the leng.. | Barry Eisler |