Quotes About Camouflage

Hide in plain sight, that was the way out here. He would learn something from that.

He melded into the crowd, sidling around them so they wouldn't look at his singed butt, and the more he thought about it the more he realized he was glad he hadn't had access to his badge. He retrieved his clothing and the saddlebag and melded into the night.

Once Akash set me up with invisibility and taught me some basic killing skills,

When I'm up to something I find it very hard to realize that I probably look no different from the way I look on other occasions.

People come to this place for one reason, and one reason only. However, the night is still relatively young, and the camouflage of drinking, talking and listening to music does not, at this point, seem too obvious.

Half the work that is done in the world is to make things appear what they are not.

Turkey hunting is my passion because I love the thrill of calling them in.

Turkey hunting is my thing; it's only once a year, but if it's turkey season, don't call me, because I won't answer.

Stories mimic life like certain insects mimic leaves and twigs.

One of the things I liked about my character in 'Run' is that she can just disappear into the background if she wants, which is what I'm like.

Violence as a way of gaining power... is being camouflaged under the guise of tradition, national honor [and] national security.

A severe war lurks under the show of peace.

Not just in China, but everywhere in the world without exception, one either leans to the side of imperialism or the side of socialism. Neutrality is mere camouflage; a third road does not exist.

In war, practice dissimulation and you will succeed.

Boast disguised as confession. Threat disguised as confession.

It's the final word in camouflage. Forget chucking weights around. Peeta should have gone into his private session with the Gamemakers and painted himself into a tree. Or a boulder. Or a muddy bank full of weeds.

They erase my face with a layer of pale makeup and draw my features back out.

The morphlings from District 6 are in the camouflage station, painting each other's faces with bright pink swirls.

Well, don't step on me." I jump back. His voice was right under my feet. Still there's nothing. Then his eyes open, unmistakably blue in the brown mud and green leaves. I gasp and am rewarded with a hint of white teeth as he laughs. It's the final word in camouflage. Forget chucking weights around. Peeta should have gone into his private session with the Gamemakers and painted himself into a tree. Or a boulder. Or a muddy bank full of weeds.

May the next girl you meet have the qualities of a praying mantis.

Fine. Such a stupid word really. It feels empty and weightless. It's the kind of word you use to hide the truth.

Why did they call them sneakers if it was so hard to sneak in them?)

That which hides in plain sight is the most difficult thing to find.

Morrison suspected he had no idea how many people worked behind the scenes of his "simple" life, because they always scurried like mice when they saw him coming. To the Toll, a fortress manned by dozens upon dozens of people appeared to be mostly deserted.