Quotes About Secrecy

Espionage has something of the quality of a dream. In the spy's world, as in dreams, the terrain is always uncertain. You put your foot on what looks like solid ground and it gives way under you and you go into a kind of free fall, turning slowly tail over tip and clutching onto things that are themselves falling. This instability, this myriad-ness, that the world takes on, is both the attraction and terror of being a spy.

The fifties was the last great age of queerdom. All the talk now is of freedom and pride (pride!), but there young hotheads in their pink bell-bottoms, clamouring for the right to do it in the streets if they feel like it, do not seem to appreciate, or at least seem to wish to deny, the aphrodisiac properties of secrecy and fear.

Money closes more than mouths, it closes minds.

turned off the BlackBerry before James could text back. I might hate electronic wizardry, but it was my ally now. I could use it or not, could respond to James or not, and with my calls simply showing "New York" on his caller ID, he had no idea where I was.

I realised that one might love him secretly with no hope of encouragement, which can be very enjoyable for the young or inexperienced.

Prudence's flat was in the kind of block where Jane imagined people might be found dead, though she had never said this to Prudence herself; it seemed rather a macabre fancy and not one to be confided to an unmarried woman living alone.

Games were being played, that was all, and games of which he was largely ignorant and wished to remain so.

General Gallieni, dining in civilian clothes at a small café in Paris on August 9, overheard an editor of Le Temps at the next table say to a companion, "I can tell you that General Gallieni has just entered Colmar with 30,000 men." Leaning over to his friend, Gallieni said quietly, "That is how history is written.

It is very difficult for a recipient of secret information to believe its validity when it does not conform to his preconceived plans or ideas; he believes what he wants to believe and rejects what does not verify what he already knows, or thinks he knows.

If you desire something of real value -- tell no one. You will find it maybe when the eyes of Destiny are turned the other way.

It IS my business when you start sneakin' out of this house to meet some guy that I would consider leavin' your father for!

E acabei por ir a casa dela para lhe configurar o sistema todo. — Harry, «configuraste-lhe o sistema todo»? — perguntei, arregalando os olhos e fingindo-me pasmado. Baixou o olhar, mas não conseguiu esconder um sorriso. — Tu percebeste. — Não vais... penetrar as seguranças dela, pois não? — perguntei, incapaz de resistir.

Mystery and terror are the bulwarks of tyranny.

All kinds of evil flourish in suspicion. It is a perpetual breeder of the qualities that instantly work for evil, including secrecy and resentment.

You can't treat me any differently. You can't do that." I mean to sound insistent and confident, but pleading has crept into my voice. I'm begging, not demanding. "It's not fair to treat me differently. You were the only person in this town who didn't know. I didn't have to tell you.

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The bourgeoisie is defined as the social class which does not want to be named.

Better that right counsels be known to enemies than that the evil secrets of tyrants should be concealed from the citizens. They who can treat secretly of the affairs of a nation have it absolutely under their authority; and as they plot against the enemy in time of war, so do they against the citizens in time of peace.

I was growing tired of all the fussing and prevaricating, of the stolen hours and the secret rendez-vous; of the small indignities and broad discomfort that are part and parcel of adultery.

There is something about inside information which seems to paralyse a man's reasoning powers.

I'm fascinated by power, especially veiled power. Shadow power. The National Security Agency. The National Reconnaissance Office. Opus Dei. The idea that everything happens for reasons we're not quite seeing.

My parents wouldn't let me listen to 'American Idiot.' So it felt very rebellious to go over to my friend's house after school and listen to it in secrecy.

I recall my first foreign agent meeting was on a dark, moonless night with an agent I'd never met before. When I picked him up, he passed me the intelligence and I passed him extra money for the men he led. It was the beginning of an adventure I had only dreamed of.

There are some classified documents there that we received from the CIA. Our arrangement with the CIA was that we could by mutual agreement declassify these documents, but we had no authority to unilaterally declassify them.