Quotes About Spy

My dad was this Jack-of-all-trades, entrepreneur type. I secretly think he may be a spy, when I really think about it and I kind of connect the pieces. That's what led us to moving to Japan when I was four.

I wanted to look like the most diverse writer in comics! Spy genre, space genre, crime genre, and then you realize that it's all actually the same thing.

I was Gerti Giggles in 'Spy Kids.'

People on 'The Incredibles' would ask me if I listened to a lot of spy scores, but no, I don't.

I would love to play a crazy Russian spy, run with a gun. That's something I would love to do.

One of the really amazing things about the Lusitania saga was that, at the time, there existed in the admiralty a super-secret spy entity known as 'Room 40'.

For a book to function... it has to be a functioning reality. The character has to be real, and I imagine that's exactly what happens for a spy who is in deep cover.

You know what? For myself, I kind of like the spy because it takes another guy out of coverage or another guy out of rushing.

When you keep telling yourself a lie, at some point you buy your own cover story, like a CIA spy or something.

Fester has a lot going for him. He's 120 volt AC and DC, and he's great with dynamite. His only trouble is that he's one of the great losers of our time. He would make a great spy, but he kinda stands out in a crowd.

He loved Kennedy and he trusted her, but at the end of the day she was still a spy. A professional perpetrator of deceit and lies. As much as he wanted to believe her, he could never really be sure. He turned his attention back to Baker.

Some people think my father was a spy, because of working for that government agency in Vietnam, but he can't find his car keys, much less keep a national secret.

Under cover of his official title, Mendoza pursued his real job, that of spy.

You know, you should never catch a spy. Discover him and then control him, but never catch him. A spy causes far more trouble when he's caught. Harold Macmillan

poked his head into the vehicle.

With stealth technology, the U.S. could spy on its Cold War adversaries without running the risk of getting caught.

The more real I got on 'The Bourne Identity,' the more interesting it got. So 'Fair Game' was the chance to go a few more steps in that direction. In fact, I discovered this whole other world that I had ignored in the 'Bourne' franchise, which is the domestic life of a spy, and how you make the two halves of your life coexist.

Where's the rule that says you can't just unilaterally declare yourself a spy and snoop around for no reason? That's the whole key to life: Fuck explaining yourself to people. Plus Miami is the perfect place, absolutely crawling with self-employed, freelance agents in dummy corporations ready to join any government that can't have direct involvement with an illicit operation. I'll just act suspicious until the highest bidder comes along.

Thus, in addition to his double life as a spy, Defoe also led a dounle life as an economist- without realizing it, he created the central character in free market economics in his fictional work, umyet his own economic analysis clearly illustrated the limits of free market and free trade.

I was the British spy who had come out of the woodwork and told it how it really was, and anything I said to the contrary only enforced the myth. And since I was writing for a public hooked on Bond and desperate for the antidote, the myth stuck.

There are many reasons, of course, why someone might snap their fingers and grin. If you heard some pleasing music, for instance, you might snap your fingers and grin to demonstrate that the music had charms that could soothe your savage breast. If you were employed as a spy, you might snap your fingers and grin in order to deliver a message in secret snapping-and-grinning code.

Never trust a spy you cannot see. The Duke is lamer than I am old, and I am shorter than he is cold, but it comes to you with some surprise that I am wiser than he is wise.

And no Grand Inquisitor has in readiness such terrible tortures as has anxiety, and no spy knows how to attack more artfully the man he suspects, choosing the instant when he is weakest, nor knows how to lay traps where he will be caught and ensnared, as anxiety knows how, and no sharp-witted judge knows how to interrogate, to examine the accused, as anxiety does, which never lets him escape, neither by diversion nor by noise, neither at work nor at play, neither by day nor by night.

If my life was an action movie, my boss would be the spy trying to sabotage my mission, and my mission would be going on Facebook.