Secrets interest us all, I think.
Most people think spies are afraid of guns, or KGB guards, or barbed wire, but in point of fact the most dangerous thing they face is paper. Papers carry secrets. Papers can carry death warrants. Papers like this one, this folio with its blurry eighteen year old faked missile photographs and estimates of timesurvivor curves and pervasive psychosis ratios, can give you nightmares, dragging you awake screaming in the middle of the night.
I don't keep any close friends. I don't keep any secrets. I don't need friends. I just tell everybody everything, that's all.
We live in a dirty and dangerous world. There are some things the general public does not need to know, and shouldn't. I believe democracy flourishes when the government can take legitimate steps to keep its secrets and when the press can decide whether to print what it knows.
There are a lot of shows that have secrets and string people along and use the secrets of the narrative engine to keep people coming back every week. I don't know if those programs even have an answer. I don't know how they build their shows.
I resented my mother for guessing my innermost secrets. She was like God, everywhere at once knowing everything.
Water is the one substance from which the earth can conceal nothing; it sucks out its innermost secrets and brings them to our very lips.
Celebrity and secrets don't go together. The bastards will get you in the end.
My turning point was my pilgrimage to Santiago de Compostela. It was then that I, who had dedicated most of my life to penetrate the 'secrets' of the universe, realized that there are no secrets. Life is and will always be a mystery.
Man is whole when he is in tune with the winds, the stars, and the hills. . . Being in tune with the universe is the entire secrets.
The dead keep their secrets, and in a while we shall be as wise as they - and as taciturn.
There are no secrets that time does not reveal.
No pessimist ever discovered the secrets of the stars.
God could cause us considerable embarrassment by revealing all the secrets of nature to us: we should not know what to do for sheer apathy and boredom.
I do believe you're only as sick as your secrets.
I tell my wife all my secrets.
Earth has few secrets from the birds.
Truth is not a mystery - its greatest secrets are yours to know through simple honesty and surrender to what that honesty reveals.
You're only as sick as your secrets.
I'm supposed to convince you, for two hours, that I'm somebody else. Now if you know everything about my life, if you think you've got me figured out and you think you know all my dark secrets, how am I ever going to convince you that I'm somebody else?