Once suspicion is aroused, everything feeds it.

If the world were good for nothing else, it is a fine subject for speculation.

To know all is not to forgive all. It is to despise everybody.

Secrets are rarely betrayed or discovered according to any program our fear has sketched out.

A regime which combines perpetual surveillance with total indulgence is hardly conducive to healthy development.

There is nothing more deceptive than an obvious fact.

Secrets define us, they mark us, they set us apart from all the others. The secrets which we preserve provide a key to who we are, deep down.

It was funny how I could feel all alone and under surveillance at the same time.

If you read somebody’s diary, you get what you deserve.