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“My name is Cammie!�� I didn’t think about all the people I could have woken, all the alarms that might have gone off. I just snapped, “How did you know about Boston? Why are you working with Mr. Solomon now? Are you my friend or are you my enemy, Zach? Or, wait, let me guess, you can’t tell me.”
― Ally Carter

“I now understood that real secrets were lonely. They planted themselves inside of you and expanded, until you felt like that was all you were-a lonely little secret, isolated in your experiences.”
― Yvonne Woon, Life Eternal

“Everyone you trust, everyone you think can count on, will eventually disappoint you. When left to their own devices, people lie and keep secrets and change and disappear��”
― Lauren Oliver, Delirium

“I don't think I've ever dared to write down what I see in the ruins of me, or tell in any detail the scars and all their secrets.”
― Ashly Lorenzana

“In an age of infinite digital documentation, paper was the last safe place for secrets.”
― Evan Angler, Swipe

“I think about pressing myself against him, but I can't, because all our secrets would keep a space between us.”
― Veronica Roth, Insurgent

“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 we know."
"I know," Klause said.
"I know you know," Violet said”
― Lemony Snicket, The Reptile Room

“A real secret is something which only one person knows.”
― Idries Shah, Reflections

“They didn't just live with secrets. Secrecy surrounded their entire lives.”
― Anthony Horowitz, Scorpia Rising

“I used to want to understand how the world worked. Little things, like heavy stuff goes at the bottom of the laundry bag, or big things, like the best way to get a boy to chase you is to ignore him, or medium things, like if you cut an onion under running water your eyes won't sting, and if you wash your fingers afterwards with lemon-juice they won't stink.
I used to want to know all the secrets, and every time I learned one, I felt like I'd taken--a step. On a journey. To a place. A destination: to be the kind of person who knew all this stuff, the way everyone around me seemed to know all this stuff. I thought that once I knew enough secrets, I'd be like them.”
― Cory Doctorow, Someone Comes to Town, Someone Leaves Town

“Many more villagers, who have seen an elephant for the first time in their lives, give absurd exaggerations regarding his size, weight, and height. One of them describes him as ‘a fundament!��. Another, elaborating, alludes to the term ‘firmament,�� because of the elephant’s hugeness. He felt as though the sky was obliterated from his vision. The last to be interviewed by the local TV station swears that he sensed the world lean forward as the elephant came closer and tilt backwards as the beast walked away.
This large mammal ambles purposefully. He pays no heed to the crowded silence following him in stealthy consciousness. One of the villagers, a woman often suspected of dabbling in witchcraft, talks of her inspired theory: that this was no elephant, more like a human on a holy mission of avenging justice. Two other witnesses, neither having had any contact with the woman, speak in substantiation of the woman’s claims, giving as evidence the observation that the elephant turned around when someone said something in Somali. Several villagers will not comment, afraid of a fitting retribution should they do so.”
― Nuruddin Farah

“In our not-yet-acknowledged secret garden lie the seeds of some of our best not-yet-written stories”
― Sol Stein, How to Grow a Novel: The Most Common Mistakes Writers Make and How to Overcome Them

“History isn't all fact--it's just the story the victors tell to keep themselves in power. And it's been a slow revision. The more time passes, the easier it becomes to reinvent the past.”
― Heather Anastasiu, Glitch

“Then, idly scratching his nose, he walks to the bookcase in the living room and stoops before a set of drab brown Victorian volumes gathering dust on the second shelf from the bottom.

How amusing, he thinks, as he withdraws one of them-amusing that a key to dark and ancient rites should survive in such innocuous-looking form.

A young fool like Freirs would probably refuse to believe it. Like the rest of his doomed kind, he'd probably expect such lore to be found only in ancient leather-bound tomes with gothic lettering and portentously sinister titles. He'd search for it in mysterious old trunks and private vaults, in the "restricted" sections of libraries, in intricately carved wood chests with secret compartments.

But there are no real secrets, the Old One knows. Secrets are ultimately too hard to conceal. The keys to the rites that will transform the world are neither hidden nor rare nor expensive. They are available to anyone. You can find them on the paperback racks or in any second-hand bookshop.”
― T.E.D. Klein, The Ceremonies

“I could tell from Anna's face that she had already told him about dancing in Saint Petersburg and that the memory weighed on her heavily. What monstrous things, our pasts, especially when they have been lovely. She had told a secret and now had the sadness of wondering how much deeper she might dig in order to keep the first secret fed.”
― Colum McCann, Dancer

“What are we going to do, Ayden?" she whispered, glaring up at me.

"I don't know," I confessed. "But how about we burn that bridge when we get there?"

"I thought it was 'cross' that bridge?"

I lightly poked her in the eye and she laughed. "No. We're burning bridges. Crossing is so overrated." I smiled and touched the corner of her eyes, captivated by the iridescent blues.

"I think I like the sound of that," she whispered.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah.”
― Nadège Richards, Burning Bridges

“Fame is a funny thing, like a secret, both are hard to keep.”
― Richard Peck, Secrets at Sea

“...how time packs new years over the old ones but how those old years are still in there, like the earliest, tightest rings centering a tree, the most hidden, enclosed in darkness and shielded from weather. But then a saw screams in and the tree topples and the circles are stricken by the sun and the sap glistens and the stump is laid open for the world to see.”
― Tom Franklin, Crooked Letter Crooked Letter

“Son, I hope your opinion of your mother hasn’t lessened, knowing what you now know.��

Gavin glanced up; incredulity skewed his eyebrows. His expression appeared both stunned and appalled. “Never, Father! I love her! It makes no difference to me where she came from.��

The man nodded, a show of relief in his features. His large hand, soft in touch, went to brush a string of hair away from his wife’s peaceful profile. “Your mother loves you too, son, more than anything in the world. She worries about you, day and night.��

That sentiment stirred something profoundly pleasant inside the boy. He grinned at the internal warmth it created.”
― Richelle E. Goodrich, Secrets of a Noble Keykeeper