Quotes About Secrecy

ora, in condizioni patologiche non è raro che la carta, secreto aziendale, venga riassorbita in misura eccessiva, e addormenti, paralizzi, o addirittura uccida l'organismo da cui è stata essudata

After all, spies were little different from whores. Sorcerers less so.

And do Men despise ignorance?' I asked. 'No,' he said, 'they prize it above all things—all things!—but only so long as it remains invisible.

Well . . . maybe I can sneak out for a few minutes," Bird said, lowering his voice. And then Greg heard him shout to his mother: "It's no one, Ma! I'm talking to no one!" Boy, that's quick thinking! Greg thought sarcastically. He's a worse liar than I am. And then he heard Bird call to his mom: "I know I'm on the phone. But I'm not talking to anyone. It's only Greg." Thanks a lot, pal, Greg thought.

What a strange place to leave a camera. Why would someone put it here? If it were valuable enough to hide in a secret cabinet, why didn't he take it with him?

What's your name?' she asked, and surprised herself. But for some reason, she wanted to know. Dean's brother—he hadn't been just some nameless Bad Guy Number Four. This vampire wasn't, either. He had a name, a history, maybe even people who cared what happened to him. 'My name is none of your business,' he said, and continued to stare out the window, even though there was nothing but blurry brick out there. 'Can I call you None for short?

Ah, Morganville. Where dressing to hide bloodstains was just good daily planning.

They don't know you're secretly a badass?

Okay, that really shouldn't have happened. And we're not going to talk about that, right? Ever?" "Right," she said. She felt like there was light dripping from her fingertips. Spilling out of her toes. She felt full of light, in fact, warm buttery sunlight. "Never happened." He opened his mouth, then closed it, and closed his eyes. "Claire—" "I know." "Lock the door," he said.

I'd feel a whole lot better about the two of us if you didn't think I was the go-to guy for breaking and entering.

Why? Eve asked between breathless pants. she wasn't much of a runner either. Someone's coming Shane said. Shhhh. Eve choked and strangled on a cough, and muttered got to cut down on the cigarettes. you don't smoke, Claire whispered. then i'm completely screwed.

Shane's head suddenly snapped around, and he turned his whole body after it, facing Myrnin and took a step toward him. He said, in a voice tight with fury, Would that be the dead guard in our damn basement? Well, of course, how many dead guards could there be? Why, did you kill one, too? Wasteful.

You know,' Shane said twenty minutes later, 'I'd feel a whole lot better about the two of us if you didn't think i was the go-to guy for breaking and entering.' She felt a flash of guilt about the breaking-and-entering part -but she had called him- just before her heart did a funny little painful flip and she heard him say again in her head THE TWO OF US.

Don't read it. Just shred and burn, or your eyes will melt.

Dario, What you do or do not want applies to you, not me. I didn't ask your permission, and I don't seek your approval!' Khalia's voice had taken on a hard edge, and Dario was the first to look away. 'Congratulations,' Glain said 'You're both wildly independent, and now the Archivist has to be wondering why both of you would want to get close to him at the same time. Clearly, neither of you are cut out to be spies.

Shred all that, then take the pieces to the incinerator at the end of the hall for burning. I like to be thorough.

But she's not, and I am left to wonder on my own: How does this work, the getting to know a new guy without revealing too much desperation for his undivided attention?

You don't know who Nicholas Sparks is?" Dash asked. I shook my head. "Please don't ever find out," he said.

He'd not known what was happening to us in Lisbon, Constantina. The full truth of our situation hadn't been told of in England

The killer walked with a light step that could be achieved only by someone not weighed down with a conscience, and went out into the night's embrace.

She understood at least as well as I did what corruption and pitiless cruelty might be hidden behind the masks that some people wore.

I think to myself, I play to myself, and nobody knows what I say to myself.

You play everything so close to your vest, it's like your entire life is one long poker hand.

Probably they prefer we don't see them, but they want us to know what's happening with the weather because fear debilitates. Maybe they want us frightened, cowering, and pliable.