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“As Blake turned around to continue his walk back to Main Justice, he spotted one of the tourists taking his picture. “Don’t waste your film!â€� Blake yelled at the man. “I’m not that important!â€� But the $500 stuffed in the photographer’s back pocket argued otherwise.”
― Chad Boudreaux, Scavenger Hunt

“Democrats and Republicans were essentially the same party with different faces and that was why, no matter how many promises each leader made, significant change rarely transpired.”
― James Morcan, Lance Morcan, The Ninth Orphan

“This is a war," Lemas replied. "It's graphic and unpleasant because it's fought on a tiny scale, at close range; fought with a wastage of innocent life sometimes, I admit. But it's nothing, nothing at all besides other wars - the last or the next.”
― John le Carré, The Spy Who Came In from the Cold

“Treason is very much a matter of habit, Smiley decided.”
― John Le Carré, Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy

“Spy' is such a short ugly word. I prefer 'espionage.' Those extra three syllables really say something.”
― Howard Tayler, Emperor Pius Dei

“The fearful danger of the present time is that above the cry for authority, we forget that man stands alone before the ultimate authority, and that anyone who lays violent hands on man here, is infringing eternal laws, and taking upon himself superhuman authority, which will eventually crush him.”
― Dietrich Bonhoeffer

“Perhaps the wolf wasn't quite so dangerous as he pretended. Unfortunately, there was only one way to find out for sure——give him a little rope and see if he hung himself.

And pray that he didn't tie her up with it instead.”
― Sabrina Jeffries, Dance of Seduction

“Dr. Talbon was struck by another very important thing. It all hung together. The stories Cheryl told â€� even though it was upsetting to think people could do stuff like that â€� they were not disjointed They were not repetitive in terms of "I've heard this before". It was not just she'd someone trying consciously or unconsciously to get attention. really processed them out and was done with them. She didn't come up with them again [after telling the story once and dealing with it]. Once it was done, it was done. And I think that was probably the biggest factor for me in her believability. I got no sense that she was using these stories to make herself a really interesting person to me so I'd really want to work with her, or something. Or that she was just living in this stuff like it was her life. Once she dealt with it and processed it, it was gone. We just went on to other things. 'Throughout the whole thing, emotionally Cheryl was getting her life together. Parts of her were integrating where she could say,"I have a sense that some particular alter has folded in with some basic alter", and she didn't bring it up again. She didn't say that this alter has reappeared to cause more problems. That just didn't happen. The therapist had learned from training and experience that when real integration occurs, it is permanent and the patient moves on.”
― Cheryl Hersha, Secret Weapons: How Two Sisters Were Brainwashed to Kill for Their Country

“Then why haven’t you noticed I’m not your only tail?â€� —Nash”
― Jennifer Lynn Barnes, The Brothers Hawthorne

“There's no way out," he announced with satisfaction, "and no amount of wishful dreaming will produce one. The demon won't go back in its bottle, the face-off is for ever, the embrace gets tighter and the toys cleverer with every generation, and there's no such thing for either side as enough security. Not for the main players, not for the nasty little newcomers who each year run themselves up a suitcase bomb and join the club. We get tired of believing that, because we're human. We may even con ourselves into believing the threat has gone away. It never will. Never, never, never."

"So, who'll save us then, Walt?" Barley asked. "You and Nedsky?"

"Vanity, if anything will, which I doubt," Walter retorted. "No leader wants to go down in history as the ass who destroyed his country in an afternoon. And funk, I suppose. Most of our gallant politicians do have a narcissistic objection to suicide, thank God.”
― John le Carré, The Russia House

“If man could apply half the ingenuity he’s exhibited in the creation of weapons to more sensible ends, there’s no limit to what he might yet accomplish”
― Mark Frost, The List of Seven

“The room fell silent. I frankly didn't know what I was going to do to help Eduardo, but I had the sense that he was right- no one else could help him, and without help, all that he'd done would crumble.

Plus, I like being called his only hope. I felt like Obi-Wan Kenobi.”
― Tod Goldberg, The Reformed

“I was a tongue, a gazette. The bearer of "the truth of the whispers."
I knew of hollowed books, trunks with false bottoms, and the meanders of secret corridors. I knew how to open hidden drawers in your escritoire, how to unseal your letter and make you think no one had touched it. If I had been in your room, I left the hair around your lock the way you had tied it. If you trusted the silence of the night, I had overheard your secrets.”
― Eva Stachniak, The Winter Palace

“Sam took another sip of the pruno. It went down smoother this time, possibly because he no longer had feeling in his extremities.”
― Tod Goldberg, The Reformed

“There was a sweetness in my voice I found nauseating. I made a note to myself never to have children. Or at least not helpless children.”
― Tod Goldberg, The Bad Beat

“What's your name, son?' Sam said. The man looked to be about Sam's age, but Sam always thought calling people 'son' immediately gave the air of imperial authority and opened the door for spanking if need be.”
― Tod Goldberg, The Bad Beat

“He would be painstaking in his approach, meticulous. For there was nothing more dangerous, he thought, than a patient man.”
― Daniel Silva

“If Ashlynn was trained in seduction, lesson one must be how to not punch your target in the face when you really want to.”
― Charleigh Frederick, Rule 25: Don't Fall For The Target

“Shadows were both a man’s best friend and his worst enemy.”
― Madisyn Carlin, Lilac: A Retelling

“Who cut him?' Sam liked saying things like 'Who cut him?' It reminded him of being a kid and watching prison movies, which is probably why prisoners talked like that, too.”
― Tod Goldberg, The Reformed

“I’m lurking in the shubbery behind an industrial unit, armed with a clipboard, a pager, and a pair of bulbous night-vision goggles that drench the scenery in ghastly emeralt tones. The bloody thing make me look like a train-spotter with a gas-mask fetish, and wearing them is giving me a headache”
― Charles Stross, The Atrocity Archives

“Nadia holds her small fist out in my direction. “Princesses fist bump.”
― Charleigh Frederick, Rule 25: Don't Fall For The Target

“I’m not your dog.”
― Charleigh Frederick, Rule 25: Don't Fall For The Target

“You busy?

Besides dealing with an existential crisis, no, not at all. All's peachy.”
― Charleigh Frederick, Rule 25: Don't Fall For The Target

“Standing on the tube, Coe was studying his fellow passengers, gauging their identities, There was a checklist he'd memorized, a crib sheet on how to spot a terrorist; and there was another checklist, allowing for the possibility that terrorists might have got hold of the first checklist and adapted their behavior accordingly, and Coe had memorized this too. And he was mentally running through them, scoring his fellow travelers, when it struck him there was conceivably a checklist for spotting members of the security services, and he was doubtless ticking all the right boxes himself...The thought made him want to giggle, which itself was on one of the checklists.”
― Mick Herron, The List

“A spy for a spy just makes for another lie.”
― M. R. Mason, A Cold Night in Marseilles: Kat Tessen Thriller File #1

“There is rarely anything clean about killing”
― Howard Linsky

“Clare can be our grease woman," Jack offered. "If we have to deal with a pressure-sensitive floor or lasers in the bunker or the vault, she'll be invaluable. She's very flexible and can get through tight spaces. I've seen her bend---"
I choked and spat my drink in Jack's face. It wasn't intentional, but I was also not unhappy his face was in my way.
"Dude..." Gage shook his head.
"That's not what I meant." Jack dabbed at his face with a napkin. "She's a burglar. She's who people call if they need someone to scale a brick wall, descend from the ceiling via a series of cables, or maneuver around a laser hallway."
I had a strong feeling Clare wasn't the type of person to do her flexible twisting and bending in jogging pants and a baggy tee. She would probably put on her whitest Lycra and ask Jack to set up a pretend laser field made out of string so he could watch her practice.”
― Sara Desai, 'Til Heist Do Us Part

“There: soft fingers on vibrating steel, and a chord shimmered into the air, nebulous and milky, like light from an old, old star. A voice: warm and low and gentle, a voice to cast spells, charm snakes, shape the course of dreams. I could do nothing but turn toward it and lean in closer. I pressed myself against the glass. He was writing a song -- working it all out--words, music, feelings. What a rare privilege, to eavesdrop on the very moment of creation! He sang of nature, my handsome Orpheus! His voice. His voice!”
― Gail Honeyman, Eleanor Oliphant Is Completely Fine

“I had visions of an old horror movie in which Frankenstein’s monster stalked me through the streets. Another thought occurred to me: Maybe I was the monster, and villagers with pitchforks and torches were chasing me.
From the upcoming book, "The Shadow-Man.”
― Rory McClannahan