He sees passion in her gray eyes, and it scares him as all passion scares him, his own included. - John le Carré

Charlie alone knew he was a ghost.

It was the other music that he was hearing: the feeling that, while she was telling him one story, he was listening to a different one, and so was she.

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?