You know there are no secrets in America. It’s quite different in England, where people think of a secret as a shared relation between two people.

He leaned toward me and said his name like he was sharing a secret and it made me think he probably kept a lot of secrets. His smile was sweet and his teeth the tiniest...

Every Single Number on the Clock knows all my Secrets.

Secrets are like plants. They can stay buried deep in the earth for a long time, but eventually they’ll send up shoots and give themselves away. They have to. It’s their nature. Just a tiny...

Photography is all about secrets. The secrets we all have and will never tell.

There comes a time in a man’s life, if he is unlucky and leads a full life, when he has a secret so dirty that he knows he never will get rid of it. (Shakespeare...

When you share feelings with someone, or secrets, it adds a layer of complexity to even the simplest things.

Probably one or two moments in your whole life you will hear a dark whispering spirit, a voice coming from the center of things. It will have blades for lips and will not stop until...

Theft annoys me more than anything else. The purloining of effects from another magician. Some people think it’s massive to steal the secrets of nuclear reactors, but to steal a card move is trivial. They’re...

People always knew more than you gave them credit for. Perhaps, in the end, no one had any secrets at all.

Garden design is all about concealment and surprise.

Some secrets are better left at that -as secrets.

To what purpose should I trouble myself in searching out the secrets of the stars, having death or slavery continually before my eyes?

My father spent a long time looking at The Book of Summers, turning each page with solemnity. I watched him, seeing it all again through his eyes. A world that he was never a part...

Neither a fake friend nor a liar can be trusted, with a secret.

whispering wind.” But what are these secrets of the breeze? I don’t know, but I don’t want a gossip to stand downwind of me.

If you want to keep a secret, you must also hide it from yourself.

Secrets only ended up hurting other people.

Last night the secrets of the universe were revealed to me, and they had nipples.

If only Uncle Monty knew what we know,” Violet said, “and Stephano knew that he knew what we know. But Uncle Monty doesn’t know what we know, and Stephano knows that he doesn’t know what...

Delwyn believed that some secrets were meant to stay in the shadows.

If you want to find the secrets of the universe, think in terms of moments of time, fluctuations and vibrations.

It was almost comforting, this mutual acceptance of our secrets.

Good sex requires further exposure than simply removing one’s clothes. And as for a good relationship? Ah! For this one must be prepared to reveal even more.” — André Chevalier

…these books have their own integrity, their own identity. It is not about the words in there. You don’t need to read these books. Words are there to confuse you. They are just messing around...

Sometimes knowing is torture. You wish you could hide your secret away in a dark, cobwebby shed, shut the door, and break the key in the lock, so no one can ever get in again....

Through you we learn to be invisible, through you inaudible; and hence we can hold the enemy’s fate in our hands.

You spill a lot of beans in historical fiction. Crime fiction is about spilling no beans at all. You spill the least beans you possibly can. So because I had already written historical fiction before...

I thought that when I spilled one secret, the rest would come tumbling after, but openness is a habit you form over time, and not a switch you flip whenever you want to, I’m finding.

It was always the secrets that hurt us, wasn’t it? Not the telling of them.

Even as a small child, I understood that woman had secrets, and that some of these were only to be told to daughters. In this way we were bound together for eternity.

There are some secrets darker than witchcraft.” – Aunt Dora

Then Cassie told her story. The feeling was like gathering up everything she’s ever done or felt or known up to that moment and tying it into a ball and pitching it with all her...

Self redemption is the first step to exoneration from guilt.

Nature is shy and noncommittal in a crowd. To learn her secrets, visit her alone or with a single friend, at most. Everything evades you, everything hides, even your thoughts escape you, when you walk...

A man who claims to be 32 degrees is one freezing freemason. That man must make love with all the warmth of a shadowy secret.

I used to pray you know, pray to God that He would somehow stop it. All the nights of listening to my mother scream and things breaking. Of holding my brother and sister and listening...

Secrets don’t stay secrets very long, even when journalists decide to censor themselves.

We always hate people who surprise our secrets…

The problem with secrets is that they don’t want to stay that way. They say information wants to be free. And maybe that’s the case. But what I do know is that every story wants...

I had to be right in never talking about what you could not change, and I had to make many people agree that I was right. None of them ever accused me of being responsible...

It was weird the way you could be friends with someone but not really know the ugly parts of their lives. We all had our secrets, I supposed.

I wanted only a familiar voice, someone who knew me. Not some earlier, larval version of myself. . .

But unshed tears can turn rancid. So can memory. So can biting your tongue. My bad nights were beginning. I couldn’t sleep.

I know a secret,and secrets breed paranoia.

Wesley’s touch lingers on my skin. His music echoes through my head. I remind myself as I scrub my skin that we are both liars and con artists. That we will always have secrets, some...

What most people want to keep under wraps (from reporters) is trivial: petty jealousies, professional feuds, etc. By contrast, most of the things they have thought about most seriously all their lives they are perfectly...

I know what it’s like to have secrets. Ones that are way traumatic. Ones that are so awful you can’t tell anybody, even though you’re dying to. So I’m not going to talk about this...

Yes, women have always had secrets and always will. I’m afraid men would be very distressed to learn what their darlings were thinking. Frankly, I don’t think men are strong enough to bear the shock.

Losing your virginity is a lot like when you find out that Santa doesn’t exist… First you’re slightly disappointed, and then you’re happy because you’re in on the secret