Quotes About Secrecy

Pierpont always denied his yacht was chosen for the sake of secrecy. "I do not know that that was a part of the consideration

Where Junius had accommodated the Rothschilds, Pierpont defied them, secretly demanding a higher commission on the issue

The Higgs is like a toilet. It hides all the messy details

keep a person on the Scientology path," Hubbard once told one of his associates, "feed him a mystery sandwich.

I'd always been suspicious of unrelenting sunniness, what it must be working so hard to conceal.

But we're all still KGB really. Old wine, new bottles.

What's the best place to hide a car? In an airport long-term lot. Like where's the best place to hide a grain of sand? On the beach

I could tell you, but then I'd have to bill you.

State Department. If it's the Brit or the Russian or the Israeli, then sure, we'll let State take the victory lap, but until we know that for certain, this remains a closely held project." "Is that what you call it now?" "Top secret was already taken.

Admit nothing, even on your deathbed. You might suddenly get better.

She has a caller ID system," Reacher said. "With coordinates. She's probably watching this house right now, on Google Earth." "But it's dark." "Don't ask me how it works." He

There was nothing else in Carbone's six-by-eight cell. Nothing significant, nothing out of the ordinary, nothing explanatory. Nothing that revealed his history, his nature, his passions, or his interests. He had lived his life in secret, buttoned down, like his Saturday-night shirts.

The Darkling Halls of Ivy, I

Or the Russians could have had some kind of tripwire in place. Something to alert them if anyone was close to finding whatever they wanted to keep hidden. They're not reckless. They'd know that one document sitting unnoticed amongst how many—thousands? millions?—in a dusty old archive would attract less attention than a fire.

She didn't explain. So knowing that, where would you start?" "I could tell you, but then I'd have to bill you.

She pressed buttons and waited for answering beeps, and then she said, "I want the personnel jacket for U.S. Army Private First Class Wiley, first name unknown, currently four months absent without leave from an air defense unit in Germany. To me in Hamburg, seriously fast." Then she clicked off. The National Security Council. The keys to the kingdom. There was a knock at the door. For

No, we'll remember parts of her. The parts she chose to share. The tip of the iceberg. The rest, only she knew about. Therefore the rest already doesn't exist. As of now.

The woman bent decorously at the knees and laid her briefcase and her stack of papers on the floor. Ratcliffe took a step forward and said, "You three were brought here under false pretenses, obviously. But we didn't want a lot of fanfare. A little misdirection was better. We want to avoid attention, if we can. At least at the beginning." And

whole square area from behind the secretary's head. She was at her

Helmsworth said, "Ma'am, nothing was impossible. It was the Cold War. It was a kind of madness. One time they sewed a microphone and a transmitter in a cat's neck, with a thin antenna threaded through inside its spine and up its tail. They were going to train it to wander into the Russian Embassy compound and pick up loose talk. Its first day on the job it was run over by a car. Nothing was impossible and everything went wrong sooner or later." Neagley

The man with the jeans and the hair looked back at Westwood and said, "Mr. Torrance, I guess our first question would be whether you're wearing a wire.

Why's everybody looking at me? he asked. We checked the tape, she said. You know, the surveillance camera. So? She wouldn't answer. He reviewed his time in the room. He'd showered twice, walked around some, pulled the drapes, slept, opened the drapes, walked around some more. That was all. I didn't do anything, he said. She smiled again, wider. No, you didn't. So what's the big deal? Well, you know, you don't seem to have brought any pajamas.

not how Washington works. Nobody washes their dirty linen in public. So you need some other outsider. And you've got two of them sitting right in front of you.

Firstly, I have no idea what you're talking about. I run my diner. That's it. Period, full stop. I have nothing else going on the side. And secondly, even if I did, what have you got that I could possibly want?