Quotes About Concealment

My car is right over here," Kraunauer said, steering me toward a modest-looking gray sedan with a stylized letter "B" on each hubcap. And in spite of that, it wasn't until I opened the door and saw the walnut-lined instrument panel and soft glove-leather seats that I realized the "B" stood for "Bentley." I slid onto the sweet-smelling seat and tried not to soil it by sweating or thinking impure thoughts.

Not surprisingly—at least, not to me—they didn't find him or her.

Vince shook it playfully. "Maybe it'll help Anderson figure out who the victim is this time," he said. I opened my mouth to say that it didn't seem likely, that Anderson wouldn't figure it out if he had notarized statements from the killer and the victim, and then I closed my mouth and took a step back and didn't say anything at all.

At the front door I spit on the hinges to keep them from squealing and we eased it silently open.

The more beautiful the package, the harder it is to unwrap.

tongue could not be swallowed.

He had the feeling that there was something physically behind his eyes, blocking the light.

Whenever we got a glimpse, their faces looked indecently revealed, as though we were used to seeing women in veils.

but the corset had the odd power of making her seem somehow more naked; it turned her into a forbidden, armored creature with a soft side inside he had to hunt for.

Right this way, Emilio said, wincing. He showed them to the best table by the window, slid Min into a bentwood chair, and then stopped by Cal long enough to say under his breath, I sent the servers home half an hour ago, you bastard. You're welcome, Cal said loudly, nodding to him.

I can say anything, but the things I want to say are trapped in that wide open space so I don't say anything at all.

Everyone still sees the smiling Laura Palmer. The girl with perfect grades and perfect hair and perfect little fingers that want to sometimes, late at night, go into the mirror to strangle the daydreaming troublemaker I see in the reflection!

Just a regular gal, Jo thought, and smiled, thinking, If you only knew.

College didn't erase the differences between how everyone grew up, but it disguised those differences—

Son, hiding the truth is just the coward's way to lie.

What the eye does not see, the stomach does not get upset over.

I daresay that was only river water, if we had known. But we did not know, so it was alright. What the eye does not see, the stomach does not get upset over. (Chapter XII)

She had denied herself the pleasure of openly sharing life with the person she loved.

A fundamental premise of politics is we can make this work if people just never figure it out.

I think there's a kind of elegance to it, to work within that framework where what you don't see is often more enticing.

What I want to show in my work is the idea which hides itself behind so-called reality.

This is my disguise, but it doesn't work.

It never occurred to me that being a stunt girl would get me recognized in any way, because the whole purpose of a stunt person is to not be known.

Style is a fraud. I always felt the Greeks were hiding behind their columns.