Quotes About Secrecy

A Pause followed my greeting. Then, 'We're watching you,' whispered the voice on the other end. 'Yeah? Did you see what I did with my keys?

Jake, a homosexual cop buried so deep in the closet he didn't know where to look for himself.

Not worried about the decor, Brandt. Seriously. Just find us some place where no one you knew from the good old days is going to walk in on us." "The Black Bear Inn it is," Will said (...) "For the record, those weren't the good old days. These days with you, these are the good old days. Right now.

Welcome to the closet, I thought, is it dark in here or is just me

We were grown-up women, so we packed our worsts away in hidden boxes. We were mothers, so we sank those boxes under jobs and mortgages and meal plans. Mothers have to sink those boxes deep.

They sat quietly, both thinking of Marty Gray, and of all the bad things that can happen to young girls who are shy and good and obedient. The secret keepers. The easily led.

activity. Every cubicle held a desk operative, furtively

Looking at him, nobody would ever have imagined that inside his briefcase were the bones of Jorge Eliecer Gaitan. Sometimes I went with him, a boy hand in hand with his father, and my father would then have a living boy in one hand and a briefcase of dead bones in the other. Bones, furthermore, for which anyone would have killed right there.

En el trasfondo de aquel proceso existía el secreto deseo de comprender su propia naturaleza. Él era un monstruo, y lo sabía. Y como todos los monstruos era otra de su propia soledad, una soledad particular. Si conseguía dominar las emociones y la empatía de otros, podría tal vez entender aquellas que le faltaban ese gran hueco en el centro de su corazón que sólo llenaba con vanidad, consiguiendo un logro tras otro.

For my part, I think that the mystery is always greatest where there is the most - emptiness.

Authoritarian, secretive, sometimes grandiose, and even paranoid, the perpetrator is nevertheless exquisitely sensitive to the realities of power and to social norms. Only rarely does he get into difficulties with the law; rather, he seeks out situations where his tyrannical behavior will be tolerated, condoned, or admired. His demeanor provides an excellent camouflage, for few people believe that extraordinary crimes can be committed by men of such conventional appearance.

In order to escape accountability for his crimes, the perpetrator does everything in his power to promote forgetting. If secrecy fails, the perpetrator attacks the credibility of his victim. If he cannot silence her absolutely, he tries to make sure no one listens.

Chaperons don't enforce morality; they force immorality to be discreet.

As dear Erasmus said in De Civilitate, "It is safe to admit nothing that might embarrass one if repeated." Gossip

Pronouns make it hard to keep our sexual orientation a secret when our co-workers ask us about our weekend. "I had a great time with... them." Great! Now they don't think you're queer - just a big slut!

Send out the whisper," Ramil told Melletin, "starting with all Brigardians in the pens. Tell them the Dark Prince who escaped Fergox has come to lead them--" "But you're in the cage with them," Melletin pointed out. Ramil shrugged. "They don't need to know that. Keep it vague and majestic.

On creating a false identity for Pheobe- "A widow," Ava insisted. "How did her husband die?" Greer asked. "I hardly know," Ava said with a shrug as she rocked Jonathan in her arms. "How do men typically die? A fall from a horse or some such thing." "I scarcely believe scores of men are falling to their deaths from their saddles," Greer said drily.

I also think he is given to disguises...Sometimes he wears spectacles and sometimes he does not. And twice he has worn an extremely peculiar hat. Inside.

Don't tell me your name. It's likely to awaken my conscience, and that's the last thing we want.

Blake looked around and gulped. He'd forgotten about the mess on the floor. Chamber pot shards, his shaving kit, a towel or two... "I... ah..." It seemed to him that it was far easier to lie for the sake of national security than it was to his older sister. "Is that a bar of soap stuck to the wall?" Penelope asked. "Um... yes, it appears to be.

Honoria sighed. "We can't do what we did last year." "I don't see why not," Sarah said. "I can't imagine anyone would recognize it from our interpretation

The first time you've been tied up?" He hesitated. She gasped. "Captain Ja— " "In this manner," he said quickly. And with great volume and emphasis, as if he needed to cut off her query about as much as he needed, for example, air. Her eyes narrowed. "What does that mean?" "Don't ask that question.

No, I'm not going to forget it, I've spent my life forgetting things, not saying them, never telling anyone what I really want.

If you think you might have secret information listening to me, you're lost.