Quotes About Manipulation

Good, whispered the voice in Tigerclaw's mind. These cats must make no decisions on their own, not unless you want them to feel more powerful than you.

It takes two to make a lie: one to tell it and the other to believe it.

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Tigerstar." Mistyfoot shivered. "He visits Leopardstar regularly, and I can't work out why. I'm sure they're planning something.

Your father killed Firestar in the Dark Forest. You must be so proud of him! If not for his savagery, you might never have become leader. Did you and Tigerstar make that plan together?

If I'd wanted you dead five minutes ago, you'd have died five minutes ago.

A lie always needs a truth for a handle to it, else the hand would cut itself which sought to drive it home upon another. The worst lies, therefore, are those whose blade is false, but whose handle is true.

A lie always needs a truth for a handle to it. The worst lies are those whose blade is false, but whose handle is true.

Professional politics is a trade in which the sly outweigh the wise.

All the things laughed then, because there stood man—naked and bereft of all his gifts. All the things save the fox, who looked up at the man and saw long slim fingers unencumbered by claws, fingers that could grasp and take and reshape things to suit man's own purposes. And saw eyes alive with a dreadful intelligence unencumbered by wisdom. And fox was suddenly afraid.

It's like hypnotism,' I told Warwick, after the two had been dispatched off to drink more coffee. But Warwick wasn't buying. 'Hypnotism doesn't work like that,' she said. 'And that's the way it's not like hypnotism,' I said.

Some words are wind. Some words are treason.

Words are important he realized, especially in a nation ruled by its media.

Don't you understand? We're fighting an election here and the first rule is you can say anything you like, then deny you said it, then say it again.

Not that she means anything by it, he knows. This is simply her lifelong habit of moderation at work, her need to tamp everything down to the routine, the modest, the tepid everyday. He understands the whole concept of boundaries, but there's a point where this mania for normalizing turns toxic.

I know that a man who tries to convert me to any cause is actually at work on his own conversion, unless he is looking for funds under the mask of some fancied nobility.

wartime, truth is so precious that she should always be attended by a bodyguard of lies.

Colonel Vivian had convinced himself that Ivor Montagu's enthusiasm for Ping-Pong was a cover for something more sinister.

The KGB had long excelled in the dark art of manufacturing "fake news.

Despite the misgivings of some at FHW, and Kühlenthal's blustering excuses for the gaps and contradictions in the story, the lie had by now firmly embedded itself in German strategic thinking and was beginning to metastasize, spreading out through the veins of Axis intelligence. Important and exciting information, whether true or false, develops its own momentum. So far from being questioned, the expected attacks in Greece and Sardinia were fast becoming accepted wisdom.

If the deception before D-Day was composed of subtle hints and nudges, the second phase was spoon-fed to the Germans with a spade.

While Bevan and Clarke began weaving together the strands of Operation Barclay, Montagu and Cholmondeley went hunting for a dead body. In his initial plan, Cholmondeley had assumed one could simply pop into a military hospital and pick a bargain cadaver off the shelf for ten pounds. The reality was rather different.

To retain German confidence, Agent Skoot would need to feed his handlers some true but harmless information—known in spy jargon as chicken feed, filling and substantial but lacking in real nourishment.