Quotes About Secrecy

Haroche was crouched to the left of his old comconsole desk, just levering the vent grille out of the wall. In the opened flimsie-folder on the floor by his side lay another fiber filter. Miles laid a small bet with himself that they would find a disemboweled grille awaiting Haroche's return in one of the briefing rooms on a direct line between Illyan's old office and this one. A quick switch, very cool. You think fast, General. But this time I had a head start.

ImpSec certainly hadn't given him any more interesting missions, unless you could call Security Chief Illyan's last curt ". . . and stay out of trouble!" a secret assignment. On

So"—Miles swallowed—"what happens now, sirs? Will I be charged with high treason?" "For the second time in four years?" said Illyan. "Hell, no. I'm not going through that again. I will simply disappear you, until this blows over. Where to, I haven't quite figured yet. Kyril Island is out.

Miles paused at the door. "Ah—about Tav Calhoun—" "Yes?" "You know that janitor's closet on the second level?" "Vaguely." She looked at him in unease. "Please be sure somebody checks it tomorrow morning. But don't go up there before then." "I wouldn't dream of it," she assured him faintly.

Crista." His voice, despite its gentleness, resonated with a dark, hidden fury. "Was he alone?" Her hand gripped the doorframe as she met his gaze. "It was just Dawg and me, Alex. I swear." This time. She knew if it happened again, if she dared to let it ever repeat, then it wouldn't be just Dawg. And when that happened, Dawg would make an enemy of her brother for life.

I am stealing more and more money. I keep it in my top drawer beneath my underwear, along with my diaphragm and lipstick and switchblade—these are things a woman needs

When she got to Eileen Reilly, Eileen turned red and said, I would rather not say. This astounded me, for her father was a handsome, charming salesman at Home Savings Shoes on Main Street - Stan the Shoe Man, my mother affectionately called him. But his daughter had absorbed some disappointment - his, or her mother's - and did not want to speak of how he earned his living. Perhaps that was the moment I learned this as a source of personal shame, or observed the possibility of it.

Visit a place at night, she knew, and it was yours.

You are asking us to lie, Colonel? I am asking you to omit. Surely, amidst the...the infinite gradations of human venality, that particular sin ranks low. The old man kneaded the folds of his throat. What happened out there belongs out there. The jungle has it; let the jungle keep it...

I had to live among them secretly, like one who conceals leprosy.

Didn't the secret police know the exact aroma and chemical composition of every subversive fart in Greece?

Gerçekten de ilginç ne varsa hep gizli kapakl? yaÅŸan?yor. Ä°nsanlar?n gerçek tarihleri hakk?nda hiçbir ÅŸey bilinmiyor..

Sure as you tell somethin' to one person, they will tell somebody else, an' warn them not to tell. Of course, they do.

To be a smuggler in Britain was to be in good company, for

There were stairs that led down to the basement, too, but nobody ever went down there. There were dead rats living in the basement.

In her secret soul, however, she decided that politics were as bad as mathematics, and that the mission of politicians seemed to be calling each other names…

Jo's face was a study next day, for the secret rather weighed upon her, and she found it hard not to look mysterious and important. Meg observed it, but did not troubled herself to make inquiries, for she had learned that the best way to manage Jo was by the law of contraries, so she felt sure of being told everything if she did not ask.

If she had seen his face when, safe in his own room, he looked at the picture of a severe and rigid young lady, with a good deal of hair, who appeared to be gazing darkly into futurity, it might have thrown some light upon the subject, especially when he turned off the gas, and kissed the picture in the dark.

Where have you been, and what are you hiding behind you?" asked Meg, surprised to see, by her hood and cloak, that lazy Amy had been out so early. "Don't laugh at me, Jo; I didn't mean anyone should know till the time came. I only meant to change the little bottle for a big one, and I gave all my money to get it, and I'm truly trying not to be selfish anymore.

It didn't occur to me that my books would be widely read at all, and that enabled me to write anything I wanted to. And even once I realized that they were being read, I still wrote as if I were writing in secret. That's how one has to write anyway--in secret.

I hold his name close as my own blood and I will never let it out. I only spoke it that once so he would know he was alive.

We would prefer having him to come here, but don't see how he could do it without exposing the whole thing.

Throughout his career, Hamilton was outspoken to a fault, while Burr was a man of ingrained secrecy. He gloried in his sphinxlike reputation and once described himself thus in the third person: "He is a grave, silent, strange sort of animal, inasmuch that we know not what to make of him.

he'd deny it like hell if he ever heard me say it to anyone.