Quotes About Trust

I'll tell you why yes, because why people lie is, because when people stop lying you know they've stopped caring.

Suffer barbaric childhood to give and receive remorselessly; civilized age learns to protect what it has, to neither give nor accept freely, to trust it's own mistrust above faith, and intriguing others above the innocent. Intrigue, after all, is rational, something the mind can sink it's teeth into, and defeat it with the good digestion of reason, a hopeless prospect for the toothless heart, and God only knows what innocence will do next.

Nothing can be given, which cannot also be withheld.

She looked at him fondly. You won't never make much of a liar, she said. I can see right through you like lookin down into still water. I expect law and politics is goin to be out of your reach.

She said she loved him and he had no cause to doubt it. They were like a drug in each other's veins. A crazy bad-news drug, their hands trembled with the hypo, the needle prodded for an un-collapsed vein. The drug they used was rare and dangerous with unknown and catastrophic side effects – you couldn't buy it, it had to be stolen under cover of darkness when other folks were asleep or their attention had wandered.

Encryption isn't optional, when we address one another," she said.

I'm away for a while. But there's no cash on the premises, no drugs, and the pitbull's tested positive. Twice.

The nature of friendship is such that you never know who will turn out to be your friends, but once you have met them you can't imagine that you could have gone through life without ever knowing them.

Paranoia, he said, was fundamentally egocentric, and every conspiracy theory served in some way to aggrandize the believer.

Don't anticipate outcome," the man said. "Await the unfolding of events. Remain in the moment.

I mean the nanosecond, that one starts figuring out ways to make itself smarter, Turing'll wipe it. Nobody trusts those fuckers, you know that. Every AI ever built has an electromagnetic shotgun wired to its forehead.

Give me your phone." She handed him her phone, which he passed to Edward. "Password?" "Easy Ice," she said, "lowercase, no space." "That's such a shit password, it's not even a password." "I'm a just normal fucking person, Macon.

Is that why he didn't stay?" "No. He left because I no longer wanted to be in partnership with him." "You didn't? I mean, you don't?" "No." "Why?" "Because he pretends to be better at what he does than he is. I prefer people who are better at what they do than they think they are.

But, Hubertus, Cayce offers, what if Dorothea is... Yes? He leans forward, palms flat on the table. A vicious lying cunt? Bigend giggles, a deeply alarming sound. Well, he says, we are in the business of advertising, after all. He smiles.

I suggest, however, that you work on a scale with which you yourself are comfortable. Otherwise, you run the risk of losing touch with your intuition

But I don't trust that some last convulsive urge to short-term profit, some terminal shortsightedness, mightn't bring an end to everything.

Slick stayed where he was, looking up at Gentry's pale eyes, gray in this light, his taut face. Why did he put up with Gentry anyway? Because you needed somebody, in the Solitude. Not just for electricity; that whole landlord routine was really just a shuck. He guessed because you needed somebody around.

So you see, Case, you need us. You need us as badly as you did when we scraped you up from the gutter.

How's that different from being paranoid?" "Same. Except not crazy.

Branch plant made the call. He's infosec. And he's in your existing trust network, so that puts him in mine. Not that I didn't do due diligence. He's qualified.

They both knew she knew this was bullshit, but she guessed that was the way it went, when somebody you knew killed some people and you didn't want them to get caught for it. They were teaching her the story as it needed to be told, and telling it to her in a way that wouldn't require her to tell anything but the truth about what they'd told her.

Damien maintains, half-seriously, that followers of the footage comprise the first true freemasonry of the new century.

Listen to the fear. Maybe it's your friend.

Liberalism is trust of the people tempered by prudence. Conservatism is distrust of the people tempered by fear.