But the heaviest things, I think, are the secrets. They can drown you if you let them.
Excuse me, Abigail, but whose shift did she get away during?' Townsend asked with a glare. 'Excuse me, Townsend, but who was supposed to booby-trap the doors?' 'I'm an agent of Her Majesty's Secret Service,' Townsend said, indignant. 'I do not do booby traps.
The things that are most precious to us are sometimes the most secret.
Sitting there that day, I knew that the only thing I could do was keep putting one foot in front of the other, hoping none of the secrets on my shoulders would make me lose my balance.
Learn her skills, honor her sword, and keep her secrets.
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.
That’s the thing about spies. Most of the secrets we keep are from each other.
I thought about how there are two types of secrets: the kind you want to keep in, and the kind you don't dare to let out.
There are some secrets we keep because we can't bear to let them out and some because it's better to keep them in.
I know too well how dangerous hope can be, how it grows and sometimes dies, taking its host with it. It's more powerful than anything Dr.Fibs keeps in his labs, more precious than all the secrets inside Sublevel Two.