Quotes About Secrecy

At a guess I'll guarantee to lead you to thirty or forty alleys and networks of alleys north of Prince Street that aren't suspected by ten living beings outside of the foreigners that swarm them.

It is a decade now since he moved into Gray's Inn, and of where he had been he would say nothing till the night young Williams bought the Necronomicon.

There are things which cannot be mentioned, and what is done in common humanity is sometimes cruelly judged by the law.

for doubt and secrecy are the lure of lures

Meanwhile no more must be told. There was a secret which even torture could not extract. Mankind was not absolutely alone among the conscious things of earth, for shapes came out of the dark to visit the faithful few.

Only the silent, sleepy, staring houses in the backwoods can tell all that has lain hidden since the early days; and they are not communicative, being loath to shake off the drowsiness which helps them forget.

He adored competing but didn't want you to know he'd ever worked at it.

And you and she? Stuffing regularly?' 'No, no, for God's sake, Bubble, not since the time you watched us. It wouldn't be the same without you there.

A valid and comparatively permanent appointment would indeed presuppose the existence of a clique whose members would share the Leader's monopoly of knowledge of what is going on, which the Leader must avoid by all means.

The operation of the secret police, on the contrary, miraculously sees to it that the victim never existed at all.

while we know the operation and the specific function of the totalitarian secret police, we do not know how well or to what an extent the 'secret' of this secret society corresponds to the secret desires and the secret complicities of the masses in our time.

I'm not sure we should get camera phones, that's all. She hit the remote and the car doors unlocked. She reached for the door handle. Matt hesitated. Olivia looked at him. What? he asked. If we both get camera phones, Olivia said, I could send you nuddies when you're at work. Matt opened the door. Verizon on Sprint? from The Innocent

Another male patron skulked around the back like he was in the adult movie area at his local video store. Again

He moved from shrub to shrub. Some of the shrubs were familiar from his last sojourn into these parts. He said hello to them, chatted, offered up his best cocktail-party banter. One shrub gave him a stock tip. Myron ignored it. He circled closer to the Coldren house, slowly, still careful not to be seen. He had no idea what he was going to do, but when he got close enough to see a light on in the den, an idea came to him. A

Dimonte spit into the can again, trying hard to cover up his obvious body language. "We're still working on it." "Uh, let's pretend for a brief moment that I'm not a mentally dehydrated numb nut.

Just do the job, move on, don't leave any tracks. The rest was flotsam and jetsam.

The car following you," Win said, keeping his eyes on the young joggers, "is an unmarked police vehicle with two uniforms inside. They're parked in the library lot watching us through a telephoto lens." "You mean they're taking our picture right now?" "Probably," Win said. "How's my hair?" Win made an eh gesture with his hand. Myron

Nah," Hal said. "Tit always comes in with the same limpdicked crew and they leave together. They don't talk to no one else. It's verboten.

Brett told me you spy on him," Hester said. Brett and his big mouth, she thought. Wonderful. "I monitor his online activity." "You say tomato, I say tomahto.

Lorraine fiddled with the unlit cigarette. The moms went back to their inane chatter, though with less enthusiasm. They constantly sneaked glances at Lorraine, as if she were some virus introduced into their suburban life-form with a mission to destroy it.

that looked like something out of an

I might be good at what I do, but despite the fact that King's Cross station is indeed where Harry Potter headed off for Hogwarts, I do not possess an invisibility cloak.

They watched in rapt silence as the car window lowered. The angle was a bit odd—above the car and from the machine's point of view—but there was no doubt. Chad Coldren was the driver. He leaned out the window and put his card in the ATM machine slot. His fingers tripped across the buttons like an experienced stenographer's. Young

Any video of the killer?" "I can't tell you more." "I would say, 'can't or won't,' but that's such a hoary cliché." She