Quotes About Secrecy

besides, everyone knows you hate Lord Dare." And everyone thought it was merely because he had kissed her and then she'd found out that he'd done it to try to win a wager. No one knew differently: not her aunt, not her friends, not the noblemen of the haut ton—no one but Tristan Carroway. And she intended to keep it that way.

Shh, May,' Felicity said soothingly, glancing behind her. She absolutely did not want Rafe to come out and say something stupidly noble. They were on their own - again - and they would simply have to make do.

Soon he was online every night until one or two a.m. Often he would wake up at three of four a.m. and go back online. He would shut down the computer screen when I walked in. In the past, he used to take the laptop to bed with him and we would both be on our laptops, hips touching. He stopped doing that, slipping off to his office instead and closing the door even when A was asleep. He started closing doors behind him. I was steeped in denial, but my body knew.

She would just tell us what she wanted," recalled Elvis's cook, Mary Jenkins. "One time she said, 'I want a different cake every day of the week, but don't tell Mama—she'll put me on a diet.

how beautifully he unveiled the spiritual mysteries while skillfully hiding his identity

I keep what's mine, and I do not share.

Secretly, in studies and attics and schoolrooms all over America, people must be writing.

I felt it was very important not to be recognized.

How clever of them, I thought. They kept the feeling all secret; they wouldn't even let you write it down.

I couldn't stand was Buddy's pretending I was so sexy and he was so pure, when all the time he'd been having an affair with that tarty waitress and must have felt like laughing in my face.

I thought I only need tell him what I wanted to, and that I could control the picture he had of me by hiding this and revealing that, all the while he thought he was so smart.

After that, I felt safer. I didn't want anything I said or did that night to be associated with me and my real name and coming from Boston.

At the local coffee-shop, hunched in one of the secretive, high-backed booths with hundreds of peoples' names gouged into the wood, we drank cup after cup of black coffee and talked frankly about sex.

Still, I imagined myself going to some Boston priest--it would have to be Boston, because I didn't want any priest in my home town to know I'd thought of killing myself. Priests were terrible gossips.

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In my time, these affairs were kept out of the papers; But nowadays, there's no such thing as privacy.

I guess you don't want to leave copies of Genocide Illustrated out for the UPS guy to see.)

ATTORNEY: "When you sign one of our contracts, it says very clearly on page one hundred and seventeen that all crimes that occur onsite must be immediately and accurately reported to the company.

There are two ways to find a lost city. The first is to rely on luck alone, the second is to control all the information.

Foras Road has a sordid reputation (…) Old crones sat in doorways, while their daughters were pushed out to earn money. It is intriguing that a society which is very covert with sexuality should be so straightforward about prostitution.

I had learned years ago never to give original documents to anyone if I could help it.

I don't know what my greatest fear is; maybe just that I'll be caught and discovered, accused of being a child in an adult's body.

drawing another chorus of groans. "Bondurant won't talk to us, and I don't like that. He told

I said I fell down. Ah. The ground bloodied your nose, split yer lip, and punched ye in th' eye, all at once. I said I don't want to talk about it.