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life of a professional spy as one of constant travel and mind-numbing boredom broken by interludes of sheer terror.
Investigations, knowing they'd
But first, my friends, I need you to do something for me. We have two spies in the back of the auditorium.
Asshole FBI agents that want to shoot Girl Scouts.
Spies are the ears and eyes of Princes.
I'm the thing that the ISI fears the most. The spy who becomes a traitor willingly and embraces everything he's been trained to destroy.
If you attack the establishment long enough and hard enough, they will make you a member of it.
Intemperance is a hydra with a hundred heads. She never stalks abroad unaccompanied with impurity, anger, and the most infamous profligacies.
So what building are we breaking into? Give me all the information you've got and I'll hunt down the rest. By the way, when are we doing this?"
I glanced up. "Tonight."
Tonight? Oh, boy ... Miracles 'R' Us. I assume that we're not going to go and ask permission for this.
As in the case of the economy, an 'invisible hand' will often be a better cultivator of ideas and allocator of effort. The challenge for intelligence officials in the Information Age is to understand how to integrate these indirect mechanisms into their operations
I assume you're a refugee from the dance inside." "I escaped the enemy, captain," I said. I could see the side of his, and his smile. "Ah," he said. "At long last, a promotion.
THROUGH THE TRAPDOOR I
In fiction, every treachery and setback appears to serve some end: the characters learn and grow and come into their own. In life, it is not always clear that the hijacking of our plans is quite so provident or benign.
Of all those in the army close to the commander none is more intimate than the secret agent; of all rewards none more liberal than those given to secret agents; of all matters none is more confidential than those relating to secret operations.
The enemy is within, and within stays within, and we can't get out of within.
The American Communist Party was notoriously infiltrated by informers, some working for the FBI, some for capitalist employers. At one time it used to be said that spies practically kept the Party going with their dues and contributions.
If for every error and every act of incompetence one can substitute an act of treason, many points of fascinating interpretation are open to the paranoid imagination.
The Hack is the action you take to expose, jam, complicate, disrupt, or otherwise point out the crack to the organization.
An element of virtually every national security threat and crime problem the FBI faces is cyber-based or facilitated. We face sophisticated cyber threats from state-sponsored hackers, hackers for hire, organized cyber syndicates, and terrorists.
The question of the stranger in a society which estranges everybody from it
while forcing everybody to assimilate their own alienation
takes cover under dubious and sinister masks.
Beneath the broad tides of human history there flow the stealthy undercurrents of the secret societies, which frequently determine in the depth the changes that take place upon the surface.
Espionage and counterespionage go together like horse and carriage.
When sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in battalions.
Hearts get infiltrated. Promises get broken. Rules get shattered. Love gets ugly.
Hugely enjoyable and insightfulGosling has produced the perfect combination of rigorous research and lightness of prose to create a book that will transform every reader into a super snooper.
Secret codes resound. Doubts and intentions come to light.
Waiting. Like it or not, it's a skill all spies have to master eventually.
Have you called the alphas?"
"Yes."
"The rats, too?"
He bristled. "What about the rats?"
"They think you're hiding information from them"
"I hide information from everyone. Do they think they're special?
I realized in 1988 that my life as a spy specializing in secrets was not only unproductive, it was in sharp opposition to what we actually need: full access to true information, and consequently, the ability to create Open-Source Intelligence (OSINT).
We have learned in recent years to translate almost all of political life in terms of conspiracy. And the spy novel, as never before, really, has come into its own.
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Did they intrude on me here? No, no one has ever intruded on me here. Elsewhere then.
[it is] a high class kind of subversion, very high class. We're not second story burglars. We go right in the front door.
The attackers are the people with bold, innovative ideas, who are trying to disrupt the status quo, and usher in a better way. We need to think out of the box, and be curious, and be willing to take risks.
So the I.F. is spying on Earth."
"Just as a mother spies on her children at play in the yard."
"Good to know you're looking out for us, Mummy.
[P]rogress, however, has not sufficiently infiltrated the Interior Ministry, affording protection to those who participated in the Bytyqi murders and other egregious Milosevic-era crimes.
We often take for granted the notion that some people are insiders, while others are outsiders. But such a notion is a social contrivance, that, like virtually every public construct, is a legacy of a primordial and tribal mentality.
invasion by night
A mysterious fraternity born out of smoke and danger of death.
IN A DETECTIVE'S WORLD there was one true blight on society, and it wasn't the master criminal; after all, superpredators were few and far between. It was the media. Sunday
To betray, you must first belong.
The enemy is within the gates; it is with our own luxury, our own folly, our own criminality that we have to contend.
Military intelligence, two words combined that cant make sense
The INS, by their actions, is telling would-be illegal aliens that if you don't get caught entering the U.S., we'll look the other way so you can stay.
Officers succumbed to the spirit of conspirators.
That's his superpower. Invasion. The Invader and the Infiltrator. They pretty much have the same meaning, so I guess we make one screwed-up team.
All experienced murderers seek cover. By putting the Agency's fingerprints on [Mafia] operations, the mob could anticipate that the CIA would [be forced to] cooperate in the cover-up of crucial information related to JFK's assassination
Spies are wise. Spies are strong. But, most of all, spies are patient.
Inside every alienated hacker who thinks he stands for the "good things that ultimately don't matter to most businesses" there is a tycoon struggling to get out.
Secret combinations lusting for power, gain, and glory are flourishing. A secret combination that seeks to overthrow the freedom of all lands, nations, and countries is increasing its evil influence and control over America and the entire world.
...and I was reminded....of the everday boredom of a life in espionage. One is always waiting for someone who does not show up,for something that does not happen.
From the moment an organizer enters a community, he lives, dreams, eats, breathes, sleeps only one thing, and that is to build the mass power base of what he calls the army.
'V-Wars' is a head-on collision of real-world science, terrorism, special forces action, ethics, politics and an exploration of what defines us as human.
We're all spies. What do we have if not our rumors, our half-truths, our fragments taken out of context?
I'm sort of fascinated by the whole espionage crime thing.
When an officer of the law detects a vice in himself, he knows enough to start looking for its presence in others.
I don't know very many people."
"Why should you?" he said. "You've got your clique."
That was true, but not the way he was saying it. "We're not a clique," she said.
"Gang, then."
"Gabe."
"Army?
The vices come as passengers, visit us as guest and stay as masters.
Spying is waiting.
Secrets and Malice
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Extremely dangerous drug-related occupations for which decoy served as a paid audition of sorts. A start weapons system was a wise investment. The
We are given these niches, small worlds of our own populated by only a handful, where we feel understood. Our bubble worlds bump into innumerable others daily, but there is so little cause to allow their integrity to be breached.
One of the pleasures of getting older and making a living the way you want to is that your social circle becomes rarified, and the people who enter have been vetted.
The Man, man. Big Brother. The suits. The imperators." I
Nothing, Ismet thought, makes a more fanatical official than a Latin. Organization is alien to their natures, but once they get a taste for it they take to it like drink. They claim to be impulsive, but they're the most bureaucratic of all, whatever they say.
Do you know how a man makes his way here? By brilliant genius or by skilful corruption. You must either cut your way through these masses of men like a cannon ball, or steal among them like a plague.
A large group of us were crowded into the Gestapo hall, and at that moment the circumstances of all our lives were the same. All of us occupied the same space, the men behind the desk no less than those about to be questioned. What distinguished each of us was only our inner attitude.
There began to appear before my romantic eyes ... a vast and complicated network of espionage, terror, sadism and hate, from which no one, official or private, could escape.
Severe initiations increase a member's liking for the group.
One can resist the invasion of an army but one cannot resist the invasion of ideas.
I squirmed in my hiding spot. Do something, people," I urged. Say something. The silence dragged on. I imagined my first report to Maris. "We have underestimated our enemy. They are lethal. We are in serious danger of the Hancocks boring us to death. Abort, abort, abort.
Hackers are seen as shadowy figures with superhuman powers that threaten civilization.
When you grow suspicious of a person and begin a system of espionage upon him, your punishment will be that you will find your suspicions true.
You don't explain to the janitorial staff how your company is a part of a sinister organization with goals of global infiltration and control. You just tell them to clean the floor.
Only cops and vampires have to have an invitation to enter.
Behind the barricade there may be much that is noble and heroic. But what is there behind the leading-article but prejudice, stupidity, cant, and twaddle? And when these four are joined together they make a terrible force, and constitute the new authority.
I feel that I, and the people under my command, tried to use all the traditional methods of recruiting agents which were also used by other intelligence services; adopting also means like pressure, money, sex - but that did not characterize my service.
The writer:
a spy sent into life by the forces of death. His main objective is to get the information across the border, back into death. Then he can be given a mythic personality: 'he spent time among us, betrayed us, and took the material across the border.
The real core of this book is about the open secrets that can fester in a community until an outsider raises questions.
Who is the betrayer/
Who's the killer in the crowd/
The one who creeps in corridors/
And doesn't make a sound.
crushes the adventurous, the brave, the sensitive, and encourages the timid, the opportunist and time-serving, the sneak and the bully. It surrounds itself with
Espionage, for the most part, involves finding a person who knows something or has something that you can induce them secretly to give to you. That almost always involves a betrayal of trust.
Where secrecy or mystery begins, vice or roguery is not far off.
Social reality is so complicated that, once you join one team or the other, you become specialized in detecting certain patterns, but you become blind to other patterns.
What do you think spies are: priests, saints, and martyrs? They're a squalid procession of vain fools, traitors too, yes; pansies, sadists, and drunkards, people who play cowboys and Indians to brighten their rotten lives. Do you think they sit like monks in London balancing the rights and wrongs?
If the CIA is going to disrupt future terrorist attacks, it needs to recruit spies to infiltrate those groups in order to disrupt the terrorist attacks. Not to rely on what you and I are putting in chat messages on Google or Apple.
To the CIA, everyone's an outsider.
Foaly: Anyone see you come in here?
Holly: The FBI, CIA, NSA, DEA, MI6. Oh, and the EIB.
Foaly: The EIB?
Holly: (smirking) Everyone in the building.
Be subtle! be subtle! and use your spies for every kind of business.
The best laid schemes o' mice an' men gang aft agley.
Betrayal betrays the betrayer.
The intrusion of history is not just theoretical. It is also the legacy of being an accomplice or a victim, or just an onlooker. In each case, history entails the uncomfortable presence of earlier unresolved roles.
Our guide wears a helmet of dyed brown curls and a shield of large yellow daisies plastered onto a black sweatshirt. She frowns us into the Special Ed room. "Visitors are viruses," Tessy warns. "They cause fevers." She fires two visitor's passes our way. "Clip these on.
It is essential to seek out enemy agents who have come to conduct espionage against you and to bribe them to serve you. Give them instructions and care for them. Thus doubled agents are recruited and used.
History resembles a guest list in that sense of the invited and the gatecrashers: the people for whom we have been waiting, and those whose presence takes us unawares.
They would know that inconsistency in human decision can make nonsense of the best-planned espionage approach; that cheats, liars and criminals may resist every blandishment while respectable gentlemen have been moved to appalling treasons by watery cabbage in a Departmental canteen.
trained army. The
When a person identifies himself with a group his critical faculties are diminished and his passions enhanced by a kind of emotive resonance. The individual is not a killer, the group is, and by identifying with it, the individual becomes one. This is the infernal dialect reflected in man's history.
shadow of authority