Quotes About Concealment

he has no fingerprints.

He doesn't wear gloves and won't bother to wipe down any surfaces prior to leaving, for he has no fingerprints. They were removed with the application of a series of lightly applied acids and CO2 laser treatments

Like his more engaging story, mine suggests that the world is a more mysterious place than it seems to be most of the time

This man on sixteen people's directories was named Alexander Gordius. To anyone lacking Woody's unique mind, the name would have looked like just another in a long list. But, to him, it seemed unlikely that someone would be named for both the creator of the Gordian knot and the man who solved it with a sword. To him it looked like a potential false identity.

A lesser mind might try to hide its brilliance behind a mask of stupidity. He chooses, instead, to conceal his true wisdom under a flamboyant pretense of erudition that he is pleased to let people think is the best of him.

piece of dark cloth draped over the

Those in the Mysterium had different views about to whom and when the truth of them should be revealed. Their

pistol holstered, he pulls on his sport coat and drops a spare magazine in one pocket, the radio-wave jammer in another.

stay silent, say nothing, and maybe people would like you. And if you didn't tell them what an embarrassing mess you were, maybe they wouldn't notice.

He dared not ask for details of the cruelties that she had visited upon their daughter. For the first time, Brian realized that, if he were privy to all the facts, he might be driven to kill this woman.

These days, "science" is often nothing more than a cover story.

she, too, lived behind a brick wall, only hers was cleverly hidden behind a bright smile and effervescent personality.

What the eye doesn't see, the heart doesn't grieve . . . —Unknown

God, secrets could simply do you in.

We can't always tell the whole story about ourselves.

Whatever she saw beyond the camera lens, beyond the photographer, beyond anything in the known world probably - wasn't fit to be seen.

What's your name? Emma Gould, she said. What's yours? Wanted. By all the girls or just the law?

Everyone wants to tell you something -anything, everything - about themselves and they just go on and on and on. But when it comes time to show you who they are? Their shit is weak, Nadia. Their shit is lacking. And they just cover it up by talking more, by explaining away what can't be explained away. And then they go on talking more shit about someone else.

You've always had a soft heart, son. You just hide it better than most. Danny shrugged. Starting to hide it from myself, then, I guess. Always the danger, that. Then one day, sure, you can't remember where you left all those pieces you tried so hard to hold on. Or why you work so hard at the holding.

Everyone can lie, young Roger, given cause enough. Even me. It's only that it's harder for those of us who live in glass faces; we have to think up our lies ahead of time.

It wasn't a very likely place for disappearances, at least at first glance.

But then, I didn't think I'd tell them you were here." "What makes you think they don't know?" I asked, beginning to feel rather hollow, despite my earlier resolve to brazen it out. I cast a quick glance at the window, but

Besides, what would you do with the body, if you killed him? the logical side of my mind inquired. He wouldn't fit in the cupboard, let alone the hidey-hole.

he knew damned well that he was really the son of— He choked that thought off, shoving it violently to the back of his mind. "Son of" had brought Lord John vividly to mind, though.