In the last 15 or 20 years, I’ve watched the British press simply go to hell. There seems to be no limit, no depths to which the tabloids won’t sink. I don’t know who these people are but they’re little pigs.

America has entered one of its periods of historic madness, but this is the worst I can remember.

When you’re my age and you see a story, you better go for it pretty quickly. I’d just like to get a few more novels under my belt.

I’ve always had difficulties with female characters.

We have learned in recent years to translate almost all of political life in terms of conspiracy. And the spy novel, as never before, really, has come into its own.

A committee is an animal with four back legs.

There are some subjects that can only be tackled in fiction.

I made a series of wrong decisions about moderately recent books, and I’ve sold the rights to studios for ridiculous amounts of money and the films have never been made. That’s the saddest thing of all, because they’re locked up and no one else can make them.

Until we have a better relationship between private performance and the public truth, as was demonstrated with Watergate, we as the public are absolutely right to remain suspicious, contemptuous even, of the secrecy and the misinformation which is the digest of our news.

A spy, like a writer, lives outside the mainstream population. He steals his experience through bribes and reconstructs it.

We lie to one another every day, in the sweetest way, often unconsciously. We dress ourselves and compose ourselves in order to present ourselves to one another.

I am still making order out of chaos by reinvention.

Ideologies have no heart of their own. They’re the whores and angels of our striving selves.

The monsters of our childhood do not fade away, neither are they ever wholly monstrous. But neither, in my experience, do we ever reach a plane of detachment regarding our parents, however wise and old we may become. To pretend otherwise is to cheat.

Writing is like walking in a deserted street. Out of the dust in the street you make a mud pie.

I happen to write by hand. I don’t even type.

Every writer knows he is spurious; every fiction writer would rather be credible than authentic.

The Cold War was over long before it was officially declared dead.

I think that where I’ve watched a movie go wrong, it’s usually because the dread committee has been interfering with it.

The longing we have to communicate cleanly and directly with people is always obstructed by qualifications and often with concern about how our messages will be received.

Remember Graham Green’s dictum that childhood is the bank balance of the writer? I think that all writers feel alienated. Most of us go back to an alienated childhood in some way or another. I know that I do.

In every war zone that I’ve been in, there has been a reality and then there has been the public perception of why the war was being fought. In every crisis, the issues have been far more complex than the public has been allowed to know.

During the Cold War, we lived in coded times when it wasn’t easy and there were shades of grey and ambiguity.

By the age of 9 or 10, I knew that I had to cut my own cloth and make my own way.

Thank heaven, though, one of the few mistakes I haven’t made is to talk about the unwritten book.

Fools, most linguists. Damn all to say in one language, so they learn another and say damn all in that.

In the last 15 or 20 years, I’ve watched the British press simply go to hell. There seems to be no limit, no depths to which the tabloids won’t sink. I don’t know who these people are but they’re little pigs.

I think I’m in the same mood as ever, but in some ways more mature. I guess you could say that, at 65, when you’ve seen the world shape up as I have, there are only two things you can do: laugh or kill yourself.

If there is one eternal truth of politics, it is that there are always a dozen good reasons for doing nothing.

Love is whatever you can still betray. Betrayal can only happen if you love.

Americans believe that if you know something, you should do something about it.

People who’ve had very unhappy childhoods are pretty good at inventing themselves. If nobody invents you for yourself, nothing is left but to invent yourself for others.

A desk is a dangerous place from which to view the world.

I’m really a library man, or second-hand book man.

Having your book turned into a movie is like seeing your oxen turned into bouillon cubes.

I don’t think that there are very many good writers who don’t live without a sense of tension. If they haven’t got one immediately available to them, then they usually manage to manufacture it in their private lives.

You should have died when I killed you.

I don’t think it is given to any of us to be impertinent to great religions with impunity.

If I had to put a name to it, I would wish that all my books were entertainments. I think the first thing you’ve got to do is grab the reader by the ear, and make him sit down and listen. Make him laugh, make him feel. We all want to be entertained at a very high level.

For better or worse, I’ve been involved in the description of political conflict.

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.

History keeps her secrets longer than most of us. But she has one secret that I will reveal to you tonight in the greatest confidence. Sometimes there are no winners at all. And sometimes nobody needs to lose.

Most people like to read about intrigue and spies. I hope to provide a metaphor for the average reader’s daily life. Most of us live in a slightly conspiratorial relationship with our employer and perhaps with our marriage.