Quotes About Secrecy

I had to, ... Tie my suit up, tie my tie and just get downstairs to my car as fast as I could, so nobody could see me.

When I was 15, my parents left town for a month. They hid the keys to the car, but I found them.

Annie - although she also knew that those who don't speak have to pay it off in thinking - was resolved on silence. Whatever happened, and after all she was obliged to see Mr brooks two or three times every day, though she by no means looked forward to it, feeling herself more truly alive when she could picture him steadily without seeing him - whatever happened, he needn't know how daft she was.

And I am forty-nine and getting old and soon it will be too late for all the things I know nothing of but which torment me in the middle of the night and here now in this place which is supposed to be a comfort and a solace. I am lonely and hungry and I have never breathed a word of this to anyone. Nobody knows or cares. I don't want anyone to know or care.

The love that dares not speak its name has never stopped talking.

About her husband, i did actually enquire, but she held her private life so fucking tightly, like a tourist clutching a handbag on the A train,..

You must remember how many years we weren't even allowed to talk about AIDS here," my mother reminds me. "It was all a dreadful secret. Herbert Ushewekunze, the minister of health, issued an edict, a ministerial fatwa, that there was to be absolutely no publicity at all. And later he died of it himself.

Shame, and its offspring, secrecy. The

Vivo de aquello que los otros no saben de mí

Winston Churchill once said, 'In wartime, truth is so precious that she should always be attended by a bodyguard of lies.

I did not tell Fat this, but technically he had become a Buddha. It did not seem to me like a good idea to let him know. After all, if you are a Buddha you should be able to figure it out for yourself.

A paranoiac, my friend, is a person who has gone crazy in the most intelligent, well-informed way, the world being what it is. The paranoiac believes that great secret conspiracies are afoot to destroy him.

You would not have known,' Baynes said, 'because I do not in any physical way appear Jewish; I have had my nose altered, my large greasy pores made smaller, my skin chemically lightened, the shape of my skull changed. In short, physically I cannot be detected. ...

When has the government ever told anyone the truth?

Non turbare la tua pace interiore, niente è giusto o sbagliato, non si vince né si perde. Esistono solo gli individui e ognuno di essi è solo. Completamente solo! Impara a essere solo, guarda gli uccelli, volano ma non parlano a nessuno del loro volo né si preoccupano di conservarne il ricordo per raccontarlo in futuro. ... Lascia che la tua vita rimanga un segreto perché è segreta

Another person wearing a hood—a probe shield.

Camino a tu tumba, aún mantendrás la boca abierta para preguntar: ¿Qué es lo que he hecho?. Y serás enterrado así, con la boca abierta. Y nunca podré explicártelo, pensó Buckman. Sólo podré decirte una cosa: no llames jamás la atención de las autoridades. No nos intereses nunca. No hagas que deseemos saber cosas acerca de ti.

If he finds out I'm a chickenhead he won't talk to me; that's always the way it is for some reason. I wonder why?

know it's my psychosis, he said to himself, but I still don't want to get caught.

As you go to your grave your mouth will be still open, asking the question, "What did I do?" You will be buried that way: with your mouth still open. And I could never explain it to you, Buckman thought. Except to say: don't come to the attention of the authorities. Don't ever interest us. Don't make us want to know more about you.

Cómo te las arreglaste para desaparecer tan pronto? Un disfraz tan completo y efectivo es difícil de obtener - Con dinero se consigue todo -repuso Anderton evasivamente

A man's bookseller should keep his confidence, like his physician. What can become of a world where every man knows what another man reads? Why, sir, books would become like quacks' potions, with every mountebank in the newspapers claiming one volume's superiority over another.

And for most of that time, wisdom has had to work in secret, whispering her words, moving like a spy through the humble places of the world while the courts and palaces are occupied by her enemies.

This is a deep and uncomfortable paradox, which will not have escaped you; we can only defend democracy by being undemocratic. Every secret service knows this paradox.