Quotes About Secrecy

The problem is the myths of Area 51 are hard to dispute if no one can speak on the record about what actually happened there.

I don't want anyone seeing me naked.

If I were to give you a list of names of the people, world political figures, who have been assisted by the CIA, and even assisted to office around the world, you'd be astonished and probably wouldn't believe it. But it's very long, and the names are very distinguished.

I would say that all short stories have mystery naturally built into them.

Nature is wont to hide herself.

Because late night, when I made you mine—" "Shush. You didn't!" "All right. Last night when you made me yours—" She definitely heard Pom snort.

He didn't want to do this… He had come here to hide.

It was as if he wore a mask and whatever went on behind it wasn't for the world --or her--to see. And she wanted to. She wanted to be that woman, the one who knew him inside and out.

He was a shadow rider and that meant no one, 'no one' other than family, and even then close family, could the truth about him. She had to be in completely. Committed to him.

She was an intelligent woman and she wasn't just going to hand herself over to him because she was tempted. He loved that about her because it meant when she did fully surrender, he'd earned it and he had a much better chance of keeping her when he had to tell her he was a shadow rider and what that meant for both of them.

Could she give herself to him? She knew two things about him. He was a man with a strict code of honor, and he was a very dangerous man capable of swift violence.

Sarah. The name shouldn't carry mystery, but it did.

You look like hell," she observed. "I can't call the coast guard because you ripped out my VHF. I'm going to have to get you to shore as fast as possible." He held up his hand. "No. I can't be seen." He forced a trembling note into his voice. "I think someone's trying to kill me." "That's a shocker," she said, sarcasm dripping from her voice.

There must be no disturbance. If any creatures exit the cave or warn others of our existence here, we could be found. A piece of paper couldn't fit in here, certainly not a person. No one is going to look for us here. A vampire would know the moment bats flew from the cave. Bats can't fly out of here if there aren't any in here, now, can they? She was sweetly reasonable.

I took you into the shadows, which it strictly forbidden. I gave you a glimpse of the life we lead. I can bring you all the way in or leave you behind right now. You have to choose.

She would be a part of their world and that meant secrecy at all times. She couldn't tell a soul anything he told her. Trust worked both ways and he was trusting her with his life and the lives of his family members.

When that raffish assortment arrived at the New York airport, a reporter discovered that one of the shipping cartons was clearly imprinted with the words Petal Soft Toilet Tissue, and he proceeded to publish my guilty secret. It's obvious now, I think, that I've always traveled in the grand manner.

The corporal was not having sex with the congressman in a minefield.

If the killer had really wanted to keep his victim's provenance hidden, he would have taken the head far away, or simply weighted it and thrown it into the fast-flowing tide of the Thames. The invention of the garbage bag had been a boon to murderers everywhere.

I wouldn't like to find out my GP was messing about with black magic. It would be like discovering that your bank manager was also a stand-up comic.

Populists (and 'national socialists') look at the supposedly secret deals that run the world 'behind the scenes'. Child's play. Except that childishness is sinister in adults.

He was also dying, though we didn't know it yet.

Peacefully they will die, peacefully they will expire in your name, and beyond the grave they will find only death. But we will keep the secret, and for their own happiness we will entice them with a heavenly and eternal reward. —THE GRAND INQUISITOR TO HIS "SAVIOR" IN THE BROTHERS KARAMAZOV

every time the secret police close in, our heroes are able to "disapparate"—a term that always makes me think of an attempt at English by George W. Bush.