spies

I can__ tell you the things I know,_ I repeated. __hy not?_ __hey aren__ my secrets to tell.

From infancy on, we are all spies; the shame is not this but that the secrets to be discovered are so paltry and few.

Obsessed with Christine to the end, his last statement as he left his cell was, 'to kill is the final possession'. But Muldowney was wrong. He had never possessed Christine; the resistance burning within her was too great.

And, with much of Europe occupied by Nazi Germany, and Mussolini's armies in Albania, on the Greek frontier, one wasn't sure what came next. So, don't trust the telephone. Or the newspapers. Or the radio. Or tomorrow.

There are many ways a self-respecting (not to mention sane) teenage girl might react to having a teenage boy suddenly in her bedroom in the middle of the night.Hit.Panic.Flail.Freeze.

Christine did not live, or love, as most people do. She lived boundlessly, as generous as she could be cruel, prepared to give her life at any moment for a worthy cause, but rarely sparing a thought for the many casualties that fell in her wake.

It is a valuable thing for an intelligencer to be forgotten.

Birds are the eyes of heaven, and flies are the spies of hell.

Thieves, spies and other wise guys are working everywhere_including in branches of the U.S. government.

Whether they loved each other or not, they were lovers. And he was damned if he'd see her sucked into this brutal business.

We're going to be okay."Here's the thing about being a spy: sometimes all you have are your lies. They protect your cover and keep your secrets, and right then I needed to believe that it was true even when all the facts said otherwise.

Before a secret is told, one can feel the weight of it in the atmosphere.