Ian Fleming
Ian Fleming
Ian Lancaster Flemingwas an English author, journalist and naval intelligence officer who is best known for his James Bond series of spy novels. Fleming came from a wealthy family connected to the merchant bank Robert Fleming & Co., and his father was the Member of Parliament for Henley from 1910 until his death on the Western Front in 1917. Educated at Eton, Sandhurst and, briefly, the universities of Munich and Geneva, Fleming moved through several jobs before he started writing...
NationalityBritish
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth28 May 1908
CityLondon, England
Today we are fighting Communism. Okay. If I'd been alive fifty years ago, the brand of Conservatism we have today would have been damn near called Communism and we should have been told to go and fight that. History is moving pretty quickly these days and the heroes and villains keep on changing parts.
Surround yourself with human beings, my dear James. They are easier to fight for than principles.
It's no good protecting people or even looking after them past a certain point. One can't grasp more than a piece of anyone. Most of the rest can only be protected by themselves and the remainder by hired specialists and doctors and dentists and professional protectors.
I am a poet in deeds--not often in words.
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.
Englishmen are so odd. They are like a nest of Chinese boxes. It takes a very long time to get to the centre of them. When one gets there the result is unrewarding, but the process is instructive and entertaining.
A medium Vodka dry Martini - with a slice of lemon peel. Shaken and not stirred.
Once is happenstance. Twice is coincidence. Three times is enemy action.
Bond didn't defend the practice. He simply maintained that the more effort and ingenuity you put into gambling, the more you took out.
Loneliness becomes a lover, solitude a darling sin.
History is moving pretty quickly these days, and the heroes and villains keep on changing parts.
He was a secret agent, and still alive thanks to his exact attention to the detail of his profession.
Worry is a dividend paid to disaster before it is due
People are islands,' she said. 'They don't really touch. However close they are, they're really quite separate. Even if they've been married for fifty years.