Quotes About Secrecy

Also, your father." My eyes snapped open. "What about my father?" Roman blinked. "That was a bona fide snarl." Ascanio nodded, his eyes wide. "Yes, she gets scary sometimes. She's very difficult to work for." "I can imagine. 

How are you not afraid? Oh I was, I was mortally afraid of being caught by your entire family while having sex in the pool.

Where is your . . . significant other? He's around. He was never too far. Why, are you worried he'll find out about this romantic rendezvous? The vampire froze for a second. What? You're meeting me in secret on a lonely street in the middle of the night . . . Ghastek's voice was so sharp, if it were a knife, I would've been sliced to ribbons. I find your attempts at humor greatly distressing. Hee-hee. I assure you, this is strictly business. Sure it is, sweet cheeks.

Volunteering was for suckers, and he wouldn't get any information out of me unless it was absolutely necessary.

Don't say anything up front," I murmured. "We can just let them sort of come to terms with it . . ." The door swung open. An older African-American woman stood in the doorway. She wore an apron, and she had big dark eyes, just like Jim. "Dali, this is my mother," Jim said. "Mom, this is Dali. She's my mate.

You don't tell me you are a psycher. You meet me on the bionet and then you let me look for you for days like a complete idiot. You fantasize about me, but you don't let me know. You're terrible at sharing. She had survived over eight hundred combat missions, yet she was terrified to open that door.

In the highly classified manual of dezinformatsiya that codified my life within the Soviet intelligence community, it was proclaimed on the first page, all in upper case letters: "IF YOU ARE GOOD AT DISINFORMATION, YOU CAN GET AWAY WITH ANYTHING.

there are now only two people on earth who know who he is." He swung a finger back and forth between them. "Us." He squeezed her hands, held her eyes with his. "That's why it's such—joy for me to be with you again. Not just because you're my mother. Because you know who I am, because I don't have to hide the truth from you! And don't you feel something like that toward me? How

Desperate for help, living his life now as a hideous dream, he had told nobody.

Why does one never see dead birds? How can they all hide to die?

Of course Paula had revealed her trouble to no one. She preserved it in her private heart like the awful bloody arcana of a mystical religion.

She thought, I shall never tell it to Jack, the strange love which I feel for this doomed man, as if he were a dog lying in the road with a broken back.

A marriage is a very secret place.

In so far as there were mysteries and depths in my life I kept them secret from Christ and his soldiery. I was more moved by animals than I was by Jesus.

Nae cunt kens

People come to this place for one reason, and one reason only. However, the night is still relatively young, and the camouflage of drinking, talking and listening to music does not, at this point, seem too obvious.

But he knows enough about the wealthy to realise that they seldom consider their own behaviour as actually or even potentially criminal. They've been compartmentalised all their lives; boarding school and university, home, trips during holidays. They are conditioned into thinking of themselves as operating in, and inhabiting, closed, secret institutions, where what they do is private and not the concern of society at large.

He doesn't drink." "Your boss," said Michael, "is a dangerous alien.

Finge went on. "There are some things, however, they must not know. Prime among them, of course, is the manner in which we alter Reality when necessary. The insecurity such knowledge would arouse would be most harmful. It is always necessary to breed out of Reality any factors that might lead to such knowledge and we have never been troubled with it.

it would be harmful to humanity to have the explanation known, and that's why we can only guess

There was an element of secrecy in a home library. It breathed of intellectual anarchy.

I planned killing Mis before he could talk. I planned it secretly—as secretly as I could—so secretly I didn't dare tell it to myself.

It was not a large office, but it was quite spy-proof and quite undetectably so. Spy-beams trained upon it received neither a suspicious silence nor an even more suspicious static. They received, rather, a conversation constructed at random out of a vast stock of innocuous phrases in various tones and voices.

Mi aveva convinto che al buio i personaggi lasciano le pagine e vagano per la casa; io nascondevo la testa per paura del diavolo negli specchi e di quella folla di personaggi che peregrinavano per le stanze rivivendo le loro avventure e passioni: pirati, cortigiane, banditi, streghe e donzelle. Alle otto e mezzo dovevo spegnere la luce e dormire, ma zio Pablo mi regalò una lanterna per leggere sotto le lenzuola; da allora ho una perversa inclinazione alla lettura segreta.