Quotes About Subterfuge

Él debe ser capaz de confundir a sus oficiales y soldados con informes y presentaciones falsas, y así mantenerlos en la ignorancia total.

Thus, to take a long and circuitous route, after enticing the enemy out of the way, and though starting after him, to contrive to reach the goal before him, shows knowledge of the artifice of deviation.

If you are near the enemy, make him believe you are far from him. If you are far from the enemy, make him believe you are now

He ought to buy her a new dress. She would never accept it, of course, but maybe if her current garments were accidentally burned... ...But how could he manage to burn her dress? She'd have to not be wearing it, and that posed a certain challenge in and of itself...

In Caverna lies were an art and everybody was an artist, even young children.

She was gauging him, trying to work out what cards he had up his sleeve. For now he might be able to keep her off balance by smiling meaningfully and dropping hints, delaying the moment in which she realized that she held all the cards, and that his well-brushed sleeves held nothing but his arms.

Logic is neither an art nor a science but a dodge.

Truth was a tool. It should never simply be said. No, it had to be bent, twisted, colored, until it became a weapon.

It was only when these nefarious doings were satisfactorily completed that Steerpike visited the aunts for the second time and re-primed them in their very simple rôles as arsonists.

When it comes to controlling humans, there is no better instrument than lies.

Or again, take your red banner. You think it's a flag, isn't that what you think? Well, it isn't a flag. It's the purple kerchief of the death woman, she uses it for luring. And why for luring? She waves it and she nods and winks and lures young men to come and be killed, then she sends famine and plague. That's what it is. And you went and believed her. You thought it was a flag. You thought it was: Come to me, all ye poor and proletarians of the world.

Intelligence. Cunning. Secrecy. These are the tools of war.

Kill with a borrowed knife.

A believable falsehood must always be in place before conducting a clandestine operation.

Treat this as a warning, I said. Be on your guard. 16 will not wear his ill intentions in his face. It is very likely he will be pleasing to the eyes. His manners will be friendly and insinuating. That is how he intends to destroy you.

The team had the hardest time hacking into the server of the J-2, the Joint Staff's intelligence directorate. Finally, one of the team members simply called the J-2's office and said that he was with the Pentagon's IT department, that there were some technical problems, and that he needed to reset all the passwords. The person answering the phone gave him the existing password without hesitating. The Red Team broke in.

conspirational tradecraft

THE BEST WAY TO FOOL SOMEONE, in Vin's estimation, was to give them what they wanted. Or, at the very least, what they expected. As long as they assumed that they were one step ahead, they wouldn't look back to see if there were any steps that they'd completely missed.

All warfare is based on deception, Sun Tzu had said. When we are able to attack, we must seem unable. When we are near, we must make the enemy believe we are far away; when far away, we must make him believe we are near.

Plots behind plots, plans beyond plans. There was always another secret.

I'm sorry, Mistress," OreSeur whispered. "How long?" Vin asked, bowing her head. "Since you gave my predecessor—the real OreSeur—the dog's body," the kandra said. "I killed him that day and took his place, wearing the body of a dog. You never saw him as a wolfhound.

I have a clever and devious plan.

Michael Derrick Hudson is not the first person to slip into the identity of a person of color to give himself some perceived advantage. He can slip back into his life and not walk around in this world as a person of color who endures racism.

Well, how are they going to find you missing?' Koroviev soothed him, and some papers and ledgers turned up in his hands. 'By your medical records?' 'Yes . . .' Koroviev flung the medical records into the fireplace. 'No papers, no person,' Koroviev said with satisfaction.