“What's your name?""Bond. James Bond. What's yours?"She reflected "Rider.""What Rider?""Honeychile."Bond smiled.”

“Mine’s Bond – James Bond.”

“And people with obsessions, reflected Bond, were blind to danger.”

“Bond reflected that good Americans were fine people and that most of them seemed to come from Texas.”

“Hm,' said Bond. 'Bogeyman stuff.”

“Bond looked at the beautiful day and smiled. And no man, not even Mr. Big, would have liked the expression on his face.”

“They had a table near the rail round the huge floor. Bond was spellbound. He found many of the girls very beautiful. The music hammered its way into his pulse until he almost forgot what he was there for.”