Quotes About Privacy

Still, I imagined myself going to some Boston priest--it would have to be Boston, because I didn't want any priest in my home town to know I'd thought of killing myself. Priests were terrible gossips.

a quiet large house with no interruptions, phone, or visitors;

Sometimes when she looked at him her face was relaxed and her eyes clear and Sonny had no idea what she was thinking. He never asked because he believed that privacy was the nest for secrets and that secrets were the center of the soul.

And there's my complaint against these ocean liners With all their swimming baths and gymnasiums There's not even a place where a man can go For a quiet smoke, where the women can't follow him. She wouldn't leave him out of her sight.

In my time, these affairs were kept out of the papers; But nowadays, there's no such thing as privacy.

I guess you don't want to leave copies of Genocide Illustrated out for the UPS guy to see.)

I had learned years ago never to give original documents to anyone if I could help it.

There were only two reasons to lock a door: to keep one's self in and protected, and to keep one's family out and excluded. Either way, she didn't like it.

I said I fell down. Ah. The ground bloodied your nose, split yer lip, and punched ye in th' eye, all at once. I said I don't want to talk about it.

From the things that get told, I would prefer not to know him any better.

We mustn't scream at each other, the walls in this house have ears...

I could have been a dental hygienist with nothing bad ever appearing in print about me, but that's not how I've chosen to lead my life. I knew that you put yourself under a microscope the more famous you become.

Judging by what I see when I accidentally walk in on them, guys really like masturbating to the Google homepage.

I am rather disturbed by the fact that so many people—who are neither medical professionals nor trans themselves—would want to hear all of the gory details regarding transsexual physical transformations, or would feel that they have any right to ask us about the state of our genitals.

Intelligence agencies keep things secret because they often violate the rule of law or of good behavior.

We all have chapters we would prefer unpublished.

In my defence I can only say that her past, too, like mine, like everyone's in fact, was a locked box. Occasionally we allow people a peep, but generally only at the top level. The darker streams of our memories we negotiate alone.

I have been called a nun with a switchblade where my privacy is concerned. I think there's a point where one says, that's for family, that's for me.

My sense of the family history is somewhat sketchy, because my mother kept a great deal to herself.

Dammit." Kate folded her arms. "I don't understand why she has to flaunt her sexuality. It's a private thing. She should keep it that way. Be discreet, like her sister. I don't see you out there exposing yourself to the world." Not because I wouldn't, I wanted to say. And it wasn't about sexuality. Not entirely. It was about identify. Love. Kate added, "She's just asking for trouble." I thought she was asking for acceptance.

in North America, giving your name and talking about your personal life is something you do in public and it doesn't mean anything. In France, name exchanges amount to something of a commitment.

The last thing a French person will tell a stranger is that she loves her job. It just sounds naïve. At best, if she actually does love her work, she'll tell a close friend, because liking work is a private, almost intimate sentiment in France. It's definitely not something you advertise to the world.

OK, so she ran off with a boy young enough to be her waist measurement. But at least she had the decency to do the dirty quietly and not hang around long enough to conduct a masterclass on familial trauma courtesy of the local rag, without even bothering to change the names.

The Feminist Me says that a woman's right to her own body should be inviolate at all times, free from fear of peeping paps.