Quotes About Secrecy

He wished to remain elusive even to himself. He was full of contradiction—penitential confessional eagerness and a secrecy that kept him opaque and in motion.

He doesn't seem to have a private life, only a secret life which appears to overlap and even be a part of his work life.

Pauline, who claims completely disingenuously to fuck only married men because she prefers to be alone on the holidays . . .

I decided that if he noticed my notebooks, I'd say that I was writing in my diary. A safe girl-thing to be doing.

Will you tell me?" I asked. "Tell you what?" He spoke flatly, as if he dreaded my question and already knew that he would answer it. "What you did." "Why do you think that knowing makes a difference?" "I've thought that all my life." "Well, you're wrong. Knowing don't mean shit.

I don't care what you do," Malloy said to me, "you can do anything you want, but if you ever tell anyone I eat frozen diet dinners, I'll kill you.

There was something different in his voice, as if he were hurrying me along, moving me past something before I saw it.

Ah. That was what he was doing. Once they were beneath the covers, no one would be able to tell if they were making love or simply trying on each other's underwear. Especially if they turned off the lights.

Are you one of his teammates?" "Yeah," Adam said, and it wasn't a lie because according to some people, both he and Tony were playing for the other team . Which made them teammates of a sort.

Isn't it strange that I know you'd risk your life to save mine, but I don't even know what your favorite color is?

District 12. Where you can starve to death in safety," I mutter. Then I glance quickly over my shoulder. Even here, in the middle of nowhere, you worry someone might overhear you.

Real rebels don't put a secret symbol on something as durable as jewelry. They put it on a wafer of bread that can be eaten in a second if necessary.

Because once the force field blew, you'd be the first ones they'd try to capture, and the less you knew, the better," says Haymitch. "The first ones? Why?" I say, trying to hang on to the train of thought. "For the same reason the rest of us agreed to die to keep you alive," says Finnick.

Never was I supposed to hear the words 'He says he wants to see you.' But now that I have, there's no way to refuse.

When I was younger, I scared my mother to death, the things I would blurt out about District 12, about the people who rule our country, Panem, from the far-off city called the Capitol.

Me, who won't cooperate. Beetee, an older inventor from 3, who I rarely see because he was pulled into weapons development the minute he could sit upright. Literally, they wheeled his hospital bed into some top secret area and now he only occasionally shows up for meals.

My father could have made good money selling them, but if the officials found out he would have been publicly executed for inciting a rebellion.

They had all come here to have their babies in secret and to give up their flesh and blood for adoption. In Alice's mind, the rooms and the hallway echoed with their silent tears; the carpets absorbed their sorrow and the curtains soaked up their despair

Tom entered Juliet's House as furtively as a spy, although most spies would have known not to glance over their shoulders every two seconds to see if they were being followed, or to jump when the woman selling tickets asked for money, or to dart past her as if they were making a run for the border.

Keeping a secret isn't the same as being a liar.

It sounds to me like the gods of sneaking out have smiled upon Lucy.

We typically don't talk about something until we are about to ship. Not just for AI, but for anything: the comparison is generally what we are shipping compared to what someone else is talking about that is going to happen sometime in the future. A lot of people sell futures, I guess, is the way to think about it.

My sense of the family history is somewhat sketchy, because my mother kept a great deal to herself.

I don't know what marriages are like in general, but there are many things which I don't talk about with my husband. We discuss practical problems, but I wouldn't sit down with him and talk about the distant past. It's somewhat in contrast to other Americans, who feel that they have to confess things, but I'm really not like that.