Power expands through the distribution of secrecy.
The only reward for love is the experience of loving.
When a problem threatens to engulf you, there's nothing like irrelevant detail to keep your head above water.
Love means having something to betray.
I was the British spy who had come out of the woodwork and told it how it really was, and anything I said to the contrary only enforced the myth. And since I was writing for a public hooked on Bond and desperate for the antidote, the myth stuck.
Until we have a better relationship between private performance and the public truth, as was demonstrated with Watergate, we as the public are absolutely right to remain suspicious, contemptuous even, of the secrecy and the misinformation which is the digest of our news.