THE SPY WHO LOVED ME (Unabridged)

someone to tell me that this was only a storm!

In fact, I was running away from almost everything except the law

Painters, writers, musicians are lonely people.

Let’s just say, not to be too flattering, that true individuals are lonely.

‘Loneliness becomes a lover, solitude a darling sin

‘Loneliness becomes a lover, solitude a darling sin.’

found myself not wanting to paint a different face over my own.