Quotes About Secrecy

His soul had loved to muse in secret on this desire. He had seen himself, a young and silent-mannered priest, entering a confessional swiftly, ascending the altarsteps, incensing, genuflecting, accomplishing the vague acts of the priesthood which pleased him by reason of their semblance of reality and of their distance from it.

The duties of the priest towards the Eucharist and towards the secrecy of the confessional seemed so grave to me that I wondered how anybody had ever found in himself the courage to undertake them; and I was not surprised when he told me that the fathers of the Church had written books as thick as the Post Office Directory and as closely printed as the law notices in the newspaper, elucidating all these intricate questions.

whatever he did, never to peach on a fellow

They introduced themselves as Agent Jones and Agent Brown — their real names, I later learned, though at the time I didn't believe them.

But every longtime cop will tell you that the criminals who scared him most were the ones who looked and talked like the rest of us and committed deeds that no one, absolutely no one, ever wants to have knowledge of.

But every longtime cop will tell you that the criminals who scared him most were the ones who looked and talked like the rest of us and committed deeds that no one, absolutely no one, ever wants to have knowledge of. Five

Plagueis kept his thoughts to himself. The aptly named Darth Bane

Don't wash family linen in public, or with anyone except family.

What Lincoln probably did not know was that Halleck suffered severely from hemorrhoids, which grew even more painful under stress, and that he was taking opium to ease the pain.

how long could I go on before she'd find out who I was? She'd know it before long. Besides, how can somebody love you if you don't know who you is?

He buried money in distant hotel rooms, carried tens of thousands, even hundreds of thousands, around in a suitcase; he kept wads of cashier's checks in his wallet. He always had a back door, a quick exit, a way of getting out, because behind the boarded-up windows of his life, the Godfather's fear of having nothing was overwhelming in its ability to swallow him whole and send him into a series of wild behaviors.

Just between you and me and the lamppost, Dylan could easily be any girl's perfect other half. If I didn't already have a perfect other half, I might have been thrilled with the gift of my very own gorgeous mutant.

The truth has always been far too dangerous for the public to know. The truth didn't usually set people free, it just got them crazier. Most people just couldn't handle the truth.

This was the weird part with me and Miller. We both hated each other, but even more than that, he wanted my money and I wanted my notebook back. Neither of us had said anything about it to Stricker, even when we both got suspended. It was like middle school Mafia or something.

some with plywood hiding his name.

No one had figured out any of the other murders he'd done, had they? They got John Wayne Gacy, Jr., after over thirty murders in Chitown. Jeffrey Dahmer went down after seventeen in Milwaukee. Gary had murdered more than both of them put together. But no one knew who he was, or where he was, or what he planned to do next.

The shadow figures outside.

is doing, so that your alms may be in secret, and your Father who sees what is in secret will reward you.

It's one of his rules, his super-secret-spy mind-set. No discussing business in front of strangers.

They are almost directly above him. He closes his eyes and listens to their laughter upstairs. They are in love, he thinks, or at least they sound like it. His heart is pounding. He is here, and they don't know it. That is special all by itself—they think they're sharing something intimate, but he gets to be a part of it.

As my mother used to say, "Don't tell your husband everything, only the important things.

Deepnet. It's Internet stuff that doesn't register on surface search sites like Google. A bunch of underground sites use this thing called the Tor network, which is basically a bunch of connected random volunteer servers that pass data back and forth in an elaborate routing system with multiple levels of encryption to maintain secrecy.

I was living a complete lie. But unfortunately, guilt doesn't make you stop.

Unfortunately, in this country, when we have the opportunity to be bigots in private, we take it every time.