Quotes About Secrecy

When they didn't answer, he couldn't help but take a peek. They were whispering to each other, stealing kisses between words. Something like burning oil filled his stomach.

Thomas remembered the envelope in his pocket, a thing he'd almost forgotten about until now. His fingers twitched to pull it out and read it. No one said anything. Newt's expression darkened.

I was close to shooting; he was a very good cocksucker.

Tell me, Mitch," said Bertrand, reading my thoughts, "is there anyone on this train that you do not want to fuck?" "I'm not crazy about the dowager.

he would run, the Missouri Senator told Roosevelt's men, "but why the hell didn't he tell me in the first place?

though I was by that point rather fond of Saint Jude, I was afraid of what my friends might say if they saw a strange plastic statue standing on my dresser. So Saint Jude was stuffed inside my sock drawer, and was brought out of the drawer only on special occasions.

For me, living in the closet corroded my ability to have an honest, open relationship with my God, my loved ones, my constituency and myself.

the Roosevelt administration ordered that the trial verdicts be made confidential. The public remained in the dark.

Oh, I didn't look under the sheet!" he said quickly. "Ms. Gleason told us not to, remember?" I nodded. I remembered. It was starting to seem like I was the only one who did.

I am not a member of the CIA or any other intelligence agency.

And between them, the little shoe-box glistening with scarlet wallpaper and gilt like a fairy coffin. Inside it, there was the crabbed corpse of a still-born child wreathed in bloody newspaper. "I hated you so much," she said softly.

She ignored his questions. "You are not ready for what you seek," she simply said. Her words were Latin, but her accent sounded ancient, older even than his.

A secret sold does not require a buyer's belief. It's a value unto itself.

The disturbingly techno-illiterate and cyber-hygienically lackadaisical and shockingly arrogant responses by the National Association of Secretaries of States when we at ICIT repeatedly showed them what their vulnerabilities were and exactly how elections could be compromised is a betrayal of trust to offer safe and legitimate elections. The technical vulnerabilities littering our election systems is only part of the problem.

We can't afford to let the Illuminati have another victory, Janus.

In practice Truman's loyalty program was careless of civil liberties. The very word "loyalty" was problematic, encouraging zealots to bring charges on vague and imprecise grounds. While employees had the right to hear of charges against them, accusers could withhold anything they designated as secret. Government workers did not have the right to know the identity of their accusers—often agents of the FBI—or to confront them in the hearings.

Starched shirts and suits fresh from the cleaners' went a long, long way toward hiding a multitude of sins.

the secret visible only to me: blooming in the darkness and never once mentioned by name.

I called, my voice false-sounding and hoarse, slipping the painting into an extra pillowcase and hiding it under the bed before hurrying out of the room.

Unsettled heart. The fetishism of secrecy. These people understood—as I did—the back alleys of the soul, whispers and shadows, money slipping from hand to hand, the password, the code, the second self, all the hidden consolations that lifted life above the ordinary and made it worth living.

enough to show the black

Then Henry spoke. His words were low but deliberate and distinct. Should I do what is necessary? To my surprise, Julian took both Henry's hands in his own. You should only, ever, do what is necessary, he said. What, I thought, the hell is going on? I stood at the top of the stairs, trying not to make a sound, wanting to leave before they saw me but afraid to make a move. To my utter, utter surprise Henry leaned over and gave Julian a quick little businesslike kiss on the cheek.

Why haven't you been seeing me? A little bird told me that you were all mixed up with the local Reds, and that won't do you any good, Matty dear. Did you know the police go to their meetings? They'll put you in prison one of these days.

Your fascinating admirer waits here for you,' said Donovan, indicating a vacant and grass-grown lot at the corner. 'Yes, Matty dear, when you've gone to your virgin bed, he sits here, in his car, watching your room to make sure of your exclusive interest in him—the whole town's laughing its head off about it,' he added cruelly, and glanced swiftly sideways to see how she would take it.