Imagery:
"She was sitting half naked, astride a chair in front of the dressing table, gazing across the back of the chair into the triple mirror. Her bare arms were folded along the tall back of the chair and her chin was resting on her arms. Her spine was arched and there was arrogance in the set of her head and shoulders. The thin black strap of her brassiere across the naked white back, the tight black lace pants and the angled thrust of her legs whipped at Bond's senses."
Chapter 5, "Feuilles-Mortes", pgs. 30-31
"To him this plane is nothing but a giant tube full of anonymous deadweight, supported in the air by a handful of sparking plugs and guided to its destination by a scrap of electricity.
Chapter 6
Diamonds Are Forever