I shall not waste my days in trying to prolong them.

Once is happenstance. Twice is coincidence. Three times is enemy action.

I would stay away from him and leave him to go his own road where there would be other women, countless other women, who would probably give him as much physical pleasure as he had had with me. I wouldn’t care, or at least I told myself that I wouldn’t care, because none of them would ever own him—own any larger piece of him than I now did.

A woman should be an illusion.

I shall not waste my days in trying to prolong them. I shall use my time.

Just as, at least in one religion, accidia is the first of the cardinal sins, so bordom, and particularly the incredible circumstance of waking up bored, was the only vice Bond utterly condemned.