Quotes About Secrecy

Sebastian felt sure Bruno's father wasn't the kind of man who would share a front door with someone else.

Giles entered the Privy Council office on Whitehall so he could avoid the scrum of Fleet Street hacks waiting for him in Downing Street, or at least those who didn't know about the back door en- trance to No.IO.

Whenever we got a glimpse, their faces looked indecently revealed, as though we were used to seeing women in veils.

She walked to the cupboard, then stopped and folded her hands behind her. "It's private. Do you mind?" she said, and Peter Sissen sped down the stairs, blushing, and after thanking Mr. and Mrs. Lisbon, hurried off to tell us that Lux Lisbon was bleeding between the legs that very instant, while the fish flies made the sky filthy and the streetlamps came on.

From the beginning I was aware that there was something improper about the way I felt about Clementine Stark, something I shouldn't tell my mother, but I wouldn't have been able to articulate it. I didn't connect this feeling to sex. I didn't know sex existed

The girls were right in choosing to love Trip, because he was the only boy who could keep his mouth shut. By nature Trip Fontaine possessed the discretion of the world's great lovers, seducers greater than Casanova because they didn't leave behind twelve volumes of memoirs and we don't even know who they were.

Sometimes she wished she didn't have to hide. But she preferred it to being hunted by reporters again. Worse still, revealing who she was now would take necessary resources and attention away from this case. She wasn't having that. Focus must stay on the victims and catching this killer.

Si no hablabas de algo entonces no había sucedido. Pero seguro que alguien iba a escribir un corrido. Todo lo que supuestamente no se debe saber, eso de lo que no se debe hablar, tarde o temprano acaba en un corrido.

Right this way, Emilio said, wincing. He showed them to the best table by the window, slid Min into a bentwood chair, and then stopped by Cal long enough to say under his breath, I sent the servers home half an hour ago, you bastard. You're welcome, Cal said loudly, nodding to him.

Just a regular gal, Jo thought, and smiled, thinking, If you only knew.

When you first go on duty at CIA headquarters, you raise your hand and swear an oath—not to government, not to the agency, not to secrecy. You swear an oath to the Constitution. So there's this friction, this emerging contest between the obligations and values that the government asks you to uphold, and the actual activities that you're asked to participate in.

That reminds me. I dug into my book bag and pulled out a white cardboard box tied with a string. I brought these back for you. He looked at the box, then at me, before slowly reaching out. What are they? Poisonous snakes. Open it. Zachary untied the string. They seem like very quiet snakes. They're stealthy. Or maybe dead.

He said the government was always listening and that anything you had to say you should say in person.

In some versions of the story, the boy had been tortured, made to drink the blood of his captors, and forced to walk home naked. Except no one seemed to have a name to go with their stories. Who had been attacked?

closed doors of the gym into which Gabriel and then Mr. Connelly had disappeared.

Julie took the paper and looked at the fifteen-digit password. Paranoid much?

That night when I went to the bathroom I only pretended to brush my teeth, for I feared that I would somehow rinse the prayer out as well. I wet the brush and rearranged the tube of paste to prevent my parents from asking any questions, and feel asleep with sugar on my tongue.

He felt the chill of her secrecy, numbing him, like a poison spreading quickly through his veins.

A fundamental premise of politics is we can make this work if people just never figure it out.

If he'd expected to be pampered and coddled through his undercover assignments, he would have gone to work for the CIA.

There are some people who are very powerful who I will never name, because I want to be able to work in this town.

If I've done my work well, I vanish completely from the scene. I believe it is invasive of the work when you know too much about the writer.

Secrecy doesn't attach to particular parties; it attaches to power. All of the bull work is in place for whomever succeeds. That's my concern.

I don't discuss works in progress.