Quotes About Secrecy

An amazing thing about our digital age is that the person next to you at Starbucks might just be hacking into a Swiss bank or launching multiwarhead nuclear missiles continents away.

Nervy little Shades' Hill purse-clutcher, thinking you can keep me in the dark. What plan?" "The plan to steal a corpse." "Ahem. Anything else you'd like to tell me about it?" "It's brilliant.

Heavens," said Galdo in a deep, dramatic voice, "only one man living could have squeezed forth such a gleaming brown jewel—this is the work of Squatting Calo, the Midnight Shitter!

But what the fuck ... ever gave you the idea that Locke was the first name I was actually born with?

I mean, it's not calling me 'Locke.' It knows my real name.

Let us speak behind our hands, lest our lips be read as the book of our designs, and let us find some place where only gods and rats may hear our words aloud.

The real magic of the Sinspire was woven from its capricious exclusivity; deny something to enough people and sooner or later it will grow a mystique as thick as fog.

Discretion is a pastime for other people.

deny something to enough people and sooner or later it will grow a mystique as thick as fog.

Oh, just let it out. I don't care how it looks; it'll be hidden in the back of my cloak anyway. We can pretty it up later." "We?" Jean snorted as he loosened the doublet with a few strategic rips and slashes. "Me, more like. You mend clothes like dogs write poetry.

suppose you're going to lie about your maggot pudding, and that's why you've hidden it away. Because you're so proud." "Oh, no," she said. "The Reverend's coming, and he's a vegetarian, so he can't have maggots.

Everyone in our tribe had two names, the real one which was secret and was seldom used, and one which was common, for if people use your secret name it becomes worn out and loses its magic.

When a room at the CIA headquarters is secret, a secret from people who spend their lives creating and breaking secrets, that's some pretty serious black-ops shit.

Shay sometimes talked in a mysterious way, like she was quoting the lyrics of some band no one else listened to.

Otherwise, three little words would have leaked from his mouth. And undoubtedly doomed him in ways he couldn't even guess at. Bad time. Bad place. For that kind of thing. Forever.

The members of our secret service have apparently spent so much time under the bed looking for communists that they haven't had the time to look in the bed.

I think everybody really responds to the secret society aspect. This idea that you have to remain anonymous, and yet at the same time, you're kind of saving the world.

Why do we have to talk about it? Why? I never saw anything like this. Every time we're going to attack somebody we explain....

Politically speaking, you don't necessarily give away information that allows your enemy to get an upper hand. But at the same time you don't keep reality from the population.

I don't trust valets, waiters - nobody. I don't waste my time anymore trying to figure out who leaks things to the press.

Don't waste your time trying to get into my head. There's nothing there.

We kiss all the time." I clear my throat, then add, "We just...do it in private.

I talked to [Larry] Kramer a little bit about it while I was writing 'Remembering Denny' . Denny was one of those people who took a long time to come out.

The upside of being in the closet is that you develop skills of duplicity, which are great for big-time politicians.