Quotes About Secrecy

I grew up in the neighborhood where Eric Garner died. No one knows that about me.

When I was a young mother at home with a two year old and a five year old, living on the Eastside in one of those neighborhoods where all the houses look the same, where all the cars look the same and the lawns look the same, I was writing in secret.

Neighbors are frightening enough when they're alive.

I don't really get nervous that much, or if I do, only I know. It's all inside me. I am good at hiding everything.

Apple does a very good job of not letting its competitors know what it is working on, and Apple does a very good job of not confusing customers by causing them to anticipate what the next new thing is going to be and then causing those customers not to buy the products that are on the shelves now.

I didn't appreciate how special and sometimes strange my CIA world was - until it suddenly and spectacularly ended in a newspaper column.

I never told my parents that I was doing boxing. They only came to know after I became state champion and my name and picture came in the newspaper.

I tried to keep it secret, but the story got into the newspapers. It was more difficult for my family, who couldn't understand why the media wouldn't leave me in peace.

I worked at Military Media, an advertising agency for military-base newspapers. Don't ask, I won't tell.

With wiseguys, you don't know a guy by his name, only by his nickname. You never asked a guy for his last name.

But when I was doing the KKK I had constant nightmares of being exposed as a Jew and lynched by the Klan.

I always imagined that having a baby is something that I'm going to keep in a private place, but maybe my curse is that all I'm going to want to do is tell everybody about what my birth process was like and what my children's nightmares are.

All the actors I respect, especially old-Hollywood actors, the reason I think so many of them have had long careers is that there is a sort of mystery about them. You don't know what they do on Friday nights when they go home from work. You have no clue. You have this sort of fantasy about them.

I would be in class, and we'd talk about influencers and brand deals, and my face would pop up on the screen and they'd start talking about me! They had no idea that I was sitting in the class. I never wanted anyone to know.

I've learned that the part they neglect to tell you is often the most important part. People hide the truth because they're afraid

There are some people in the world, and the reason they're not in jail is because they've learned how to hide it.

No one but her uncle knew that under Fursey's tutelage she could make her letters or that she understood Latin if it was spoken slowly—and even he seemed content to let her learn privately. Until she knew how these newcomers thought and what they wanted, she would keep it that way, keep her dice rattling in her cup. It was foolish to throw before all bets were on the table.

Let's stand under a tree, she said. Why? Because it's nicer. Maybe you should sit on a chair, and I'll stand above you, like they always do with husbands and wives. That's stupid. Why's it stupid? Because we're not married. Should we hold hands? We can't. But why? Because, people will know. Know what? About us. So what if they know? It's better when it's a secret. Why? So no one can take it from us.)

Es mejor que sea un secreto. —¿Por qué? —Porque así no podrán quitárnoslo".

everything that is deep loves the mask

You stuck listening devices all over the dacha--even in the bathroom. You spend the people's money to eavesdrop on my farts.

the distinguished Harvard political scientist Samuel Huntington, in his text American Politics, observes that power must remain invisible if it is to be effective: "The architects of power in the United States must create a force that can be felt but not seen. Power remains strong when it remains in the dark; exposed to the sunlight it begins to evaporate.

Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain!

I have never told anyone the exact details of my particular sex fantasy: it is my only secret and I am not going to divulge it here. I once told almost all of it to my former therapist; he died last year, and when I saw his obituary I felt a great sense of relief: the only person in the world who almost knew how crazy I am was gone and I was safe.