Quotes About Secrecy

Hollypaw cut him off. "No cat must know! Not when we don't know exactly what the prophecy means.

The mysterious is always attractive. People will always follow a vail.

Some men want to have religion like a dark lantern, and carry it in their pocket, where nobody but themselves can get any good from it.

I suspected Molly wanted the pictures to send to her friends on Twitter and Facebook, the ones that I was not supposed to know about. I didn't dare ask because we have an unspoken agreement—I don't question what she does on my computer when I'm out and, in return, she doesn't murder me in my sleep. Back

She bought it, but it took a bit more coaxing to bring out the ring, which she kept on a silver chain around her neck. She even dropped it into my palm after I promised not to throw it down the nearest volcano.

I'd tell you, but then you'd have to section me," I said.

Do you know what happened to the last police officer who made a joke about DS Stephanopoulos?" "No, what did happen to him?" "Nobody else knows either

I listened to make sure she wasn't coming up the stairs and had a poke through the underwear drawers but got nothing except a vague sense of being really unprofessional.

Any closer would unravel her mystery, the very thing which made her so truly beautiful...It was her mystery that he adored. He was in love with everything that he did not know about her... No real sexual encounter could ever match the secret one that he could nurture in his imagination... No living flesh could ever be the erotic equal of flesh kept private, untouchable and unknowable

If you're afraid they might discover your redneck past, there are a hundred ways to cover your redneck past.

How much easier it would be if when you played them slowly in reverse the lyrics really did, as some hysterical parents feared, reveal satanic messages; if there were a backmasked secret order, however dark, instead of rage at emptiness.

wartime, truth is so precious that she should always be attended by a bodyguard of lies.

All spies need to feel they are loved.

Vivian was not alone in thinking that a man who spent so much time discussing table tennis was probably a spy.

Far from being an anticlimax, Garbo's carefully timed non-warning had achieved its purpose. He had passed over what must be seen, in German eyes, as the most important intelligence tip-off of the war, and they had missed it. Like the Madrid radio operator, the Germans had been caught napping.

If the Germans invaded and there was a danger the double agents might fall into enemy hands, "they will be liquidated forcibly." Robertson was becoming fond of his brood of double agents. But he would not hesitate to kill them if he had to.

While Bevan and Clarke began weaving together the strands of Operation Barclay, Montagu and Cholmondeley went hunting for a dead body. In his initial plan, Cholmondeley had assumed one could simply pop into a military hospital and pick a bargain cadaver off the shelf for ten pounds. The reality was rather different.

To retain German confidence, Agent Skoot would need to feed his handlers some true but harmless information—known in spy jargon as chicken feed, filling and substantial but lacking in real nourishment.

Spies tend to make extravagant claims for their craft, but the reality of espionage is that it frequently makes little lasting difference.

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If he has confessed, one would have expected that some of the Abwehr officials closely connected to Artist and Tricycle would have ceased to carry out their normal functions"—like breathing.

America and Britain were working on the bomb together, at astonishing scientific speed and in deepest secrecy. Neither was helping, or informing, its other main ally, the Soviet Union. But Moscow was secretly obtaining that help anyway, through its spies. Not only did Stalin know all about the bomb, but he knew that Britain and America did not know he knew (which is the gold dust of intelligence). And he demanded that his spies find out more.

As "a spur to rumor-spreading,"32 the crew was solemnly sworn to secrecy.

The essence of espionage is betrayal of trust," Ames declared. He was wrong: the essence of successful agent running is the maintenance of trust, the supplanting of one allegiance by another, higher, loyalty.