I thought about how there are two types of secrets: the kind you want to keep in,
and the kind you don't dare to let out.
The only way Bex would miss this would be if she were unconscious. And tied up. And in a concrete bunker. In Siberia.
It is an occupational hazard that anyone who has spent her life learning how to lie eventually becomes bad at telling the truth
Not knowing you can't do something, is sometimes all it takes to do it.
But the heaviest things, I think, are the secrets. They can drown you if you let them.
Most little girls in England grow up wanting to marry a prince. Bex grew up wanting to kick James Bond's butt and assume his double-0 ranking.
Sometimes people run…to see if you'll come after them.
. . .nothing ever happens quickly (except when it does). Nothing is ever, ever easy (except when it is). And, most of all, nothing ever goes perfectly according to plan (except in the movies).
I suppose a lot of teenage girls feel invisible sometimes, like they just disappear. Well, that's me—Cammie the Chameleon. But I'm luckier than most because, at my school, that's considered cool.
I go to a school for spies.
I think it's kinda nice.' And I did. my mom isn't famous for her pies. No, she's famous for defusing a nuclear device in Brussels with only a pair of cuticle scissors and a ponytail holder. Somehow, at the moment, pies seemed cooler.
Hiding is for amateurs.