Bond sat on in the silent room, shifting the pieces in the jigsaw so that two entirely different pictures alternated in his mind. In one the sun shone and all was clear and innocent as the day. The other was a dark confusion of guilty motives, obscure suspicions, and nightmare queries.

Moonraker, by Ian Fleming 

Moonraker is one of my favorite Bond books, and I really enjoyed this bit of it–Bond torn between what his professional instincts are telling him and his desire for that clear, sunshiny day.