Women have always been spies
Writing about magic is harder than writing about spies because you're dealing with something that doesn't really exist.
Thoughts are to the Desires as Scouts and Spies, to range abroad, and find the way to the things Desired.
Do you have spies in Clan Heavy?” “I have spies everywhere. ” I looked at Andrea, who was hoarding bacon on her plate. “She had tea with Mahon’s wife. ” Andrea said. Aunt B looked at her. “You and I need to work on your air of mystery.
Spies go to bars for the same reason people go to libraries: full of information if you know where to ask.
We knew we were talking about spies. I knew he knew I knew. I was digging my own grave.
That’s the thing about spies. Most of the secrets we keep are from each other.
Werner Herzog, I knew him for so many years, when Fassbinder was at his highest moment. But we had a rule: An actor from Fassbinder could never work with an actor of Werner Herzog or Wim Wenders. Because if we would have done that, we would have been spies. "Ah, you worked with Werner - how was it? How did he direct you?" I was Fassbinder's actor.
Waiting. Like it or not, it's a skill all spies have to master eventually.
Spies are the ears and eyes of Princes.
Every member of the society spies on the rest, and it is his duty to inform against them. All are slaves and equal in their slavery. . . The great thing about it is equality. . . Slaves are bound to be equal.
He'd always known that the world was an interesting place, and his imagination had peopled it with pirates and bandits and spies and astronauts and similar. But he'd also had a nagging suspicion that, when you seriously got right down to it, they were all just things in books and didn't properly exist anymore.
Since real spies are so good, you never really know what actual spying is. But I do think spying is a lot more dangerous than we are led to believe.
Here Stormbringer spies the Stepsons, the Theban fighters, and the 3rd Commando, attending to their own. In the face of such unflinching determination and unswerving devotion, the hurricane pauses and calms. Its ravings turn to mutters.
Do not touch anything unnecessarily. Beware of pretty girls in dance halls and parks who may be spies, as well as bicycles, revolvers, uniforms, arms, dead horses, and men lying on roads - they are not there accidentally. Soviet infantry manual, issued in the 1930's Only the winners decide what were war crimes.
Most people think spies are afraid of guns, or KGB guards, or barbed wire, but in point of fact the most dangerous thing they face is paper. Papers carry secrets. Papers can carry death warrants. Papers like this one, this folio with its blurry eighteen year old faked missile photographs and estimates of timesurvivor curves and pervasive psychosis ratios, can give you nightmares, dragging you awake screaming in the middle of the night.
There are Russian spies here now. And if we're lucky, they'll steal some of our secrets and they'll be two years behind.
But first, my friends, I need you to do something for me. We have two spies in the back of the auditorium.
The hallway was lined with numbered doors, odd numbers on one side and even numbers on the other, and large ornamental vases, too large to hold flowers and too small to hold spies.
Everybody spies on everybody, I mean, that's just a fact.