Quotes About Disclosure

Stop lying by omission

out everything you could've told us. And if our little ruse

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

Maybe the truth can't be buried. Or maybe it can't stay buried. Maybe the very nature of truth is that it will ultimately reveal itself.

Well, that's of no consequence just now. But he did not tell you—that is—has he not told you about Willie?" I stared at him blankly. "Who's Willie?" Instead of explaining, he bent and opened the drawer of his desk. He pulled out a small object and laid it on the desk, motioning me to come closer.

He told me. About everything.

So I need the story, Jenna. I need the truth. Right, like the two are the same thing.

not as if they won't know the truth soon

Hey you! Look down. Your stupid is showing.

Biographical data, even those recorded in the public registers, are the most private things one has, and to declare them openly is rather like facing a psychoanalyst.

remember someone saying that we were

What can I ask the owner that I won't ask the GM that I won't ask the coach that I won't ask a player? I want to get something for the viewers at home.

Sunlight is the best disinfectant, and the public is entitled to know what the legal views of a Supreme Court candidate are.

For his own vindictive purposes, Jeffrey Sterling carelessly disclosed extremely valuable, highly classified information that he had taken an oath to keep secret.

I will be the first to admit that I've made my own mistakes when it comes to Virginia's disclosure requirements.

If secrecy is made out of the same stuff that the rest of the world is made out of, then it's fundamentally visible, which means that secrecy can only fail in the first instance, in the sense that you cannot make something disappear.

In each situation, there's a calculation to make, a subjective litmus test we use to assess the value of the disclosure: Is this information helpful for the patient to have?

doorknob disclosures.

I've noticed that dreams can be a precursor to self-confession – a kind of pre-confession.

Once somebody's aware of a plot, it's like a bone sticking out. If it breaks through the skin, it's very ugly.

A lie was a light. One that grew into a floodlight, that eventually illuminated the person among them with the biggest secret. The most to hide.

They all had them. Secrets. But some stank more than others.

Still, it had been a revealing exchange, and that was his job. To get people to reveal themselves.

Don't share your top secret with anyone. Because, if you yourself can't keep your secrets, don't expect somebody else to keep it.