Quotes About Secrecy

Did everyone know he was the boy I kept? My minion, my lover, my secret treasure?

Something sordid and evil lay behind her recent fortunes here yet she displaying nothing of the desperation she surely must feel.

When you call on les mystéres you don't always know what you're going to get.

Passing on information to a friend was no breach of promise of secrecy . . . because it was no more than telling it to oneself.

The windows were boarded up, allowing in no light. I take it this isn't your apartment. You think I'd take you to my home? Hope springs eternal.

Is Jensen really your name? she asked when he sat down again, closing the knife and tucking it back into his pocket. Does it matter? I've used any number of names. Jensen, Davidson, Wilson, Madsen. In other words your mother didn't know who your father was.

I don't suppose you know the password

The creatures I seek do not want to be seen.

I thought when he learned my secret, he would understand the ally I could be. But instead, he doesn't even know who I am.

I don't like being rumbled, I like to be invisible.

Many times I hav elaid down and longed for death. No future generation will ever know what this was like. They will never understand. When it is over we will go quietly among them living and we will note tell them. We will talk and step and go about our business like human beings. We will seal what we have seen in the silence of our hearts and no words will reach us.

The best way to not get caught was to not be seen

A white, gummy substance smeared on the club's plate-glass window blocked a view of the interior from the sidewalk. Inside, signs on the wall read: "Tough Guys Don't Squeal," "Don't Talk. This Place Is Bugged" and "The Enemy Is Listening.

The causes of familial discord and distance are countless, but the results are often the same: secrecy, blame, sadness, hurt, confusion, and feelings of loss and grief.

It also meant that decisions were increasingly made in offices, behind closed doors, by foreigners with no connection to those whose fates they were deciding. The public display of the rulers' authority was replaced by the private circulation of incomprehensible paper.

Next morning at breakfast he paid Mamma four hundred dollars, cash on the table, for that one night. I watched him count the money out of his wallet, and while I watched I thought what a good thing it was I hadnt told even Mamma about the altar boys those times in the sacristy, behind the stacks of missals. All told, she got twelve hundred dollars for just the last three weeks of June, plus Pullman tickets for both of us back to New Orleans.

In secrecy, in silence, a whole race may be destroyed without notice. Whole cultures and species have been destroyed while men smiled and spoke of economics, of employment, of progress, of the welfare of mankind. Is a threat less deadly because it does not scream and rage and threaten force of arms?

Nobody knew the truth. Of course, you can't lie forever. Lies have short shelf lives. Lies go bad.

There, there, baby. We'll hide her body in the trunk later. (Tory)

Yes, he's a good boy. Never been in trouble at school and he's on the honor roll. Captain of the football team. All-around psycho serial killer who hides bodies in the fridge whenever his parents go out of town. (Nick) I also eat babies for breakfast and torture small animals for fun. My therapist says I'm making real progress though. (Caleb)

Should I ask about the handcuffs? (Tate) Not unless you want to live...otherwise if anyone asks, tell them I died of a heart attack during a wild sexcapade with her. (Kyrian)

Can you keep a secret?" "Me and Tupperware, baby. We seal tight. Ain't nothing going to get out.

So what's your favorite Synism? (Kiara) Duwad. (Nykyrian) Which means? (Kiara) You're not old enough for me to answer that. Hell, I'm not even old enough to say it. (Nykyrian)

It is leashed. Now drop the subject or I'll tell Sin you've seen me naked. (Kat) I will never bring this topic up again. Oh wait. What topic? I have Alzheimer's. I know nothing at all. (Kish)