Quotes About Privacy

It would be sheer hell to be privy to thoughts and memories without some power to control and block. I don't like to pry into personal thoughts. And it hurts

She didn't want Rufty to sit in the box, wanted more private than the lounge.

He'd been tempted to wander into her bedroom while he'd had the apartment to himself and see what he might have discovered about her there, but he'd resisted. It was not so much respect for her privacy as it was the challenge she presented that provoked him to discover her from the woman alone rather than her surroundings.

This guy knows his electronics, so he took basic precautions with his personal data, but—take a hike, She-Body, this is my area.

What the hell does it matter who I am or who I'm with?

if you gave the media any part of yourself, it squeezed it, twisted it, and wrung it dry.

Es soll keine Geheimnisse mehr geben, sagen die neuen Überwachungstheoretiker und meinen damit etwas recht Interessantes: dass die Ära, in der Geheimnisse zählten, in der Geheimnisse ihre Macht über das Leben von menschen ausüben konnten [...], vorbei ist; nicht, was sich zu wissen lohnt, kann nicht innerhalb von Sekunden und ohne großen Aufwand aufgedeckt werden; das Privatleben ist im Grunde ein Ding der Vergangenheit.

The reason is that as far as I am concerned, what happened to me is a purely private matter. In another time, in another place it might be held to be a public matter. But in this place, in this time, it is not. It is my bussines, mine alone. 'This place being what?' 'This place being South Africa

Esta es mi vida. Soy yo quien ha de vivir aquí. Lo que a mí me pase es asunto mío, solamente mío, no tuyo

A man who wants to live cannot live in a house with lights in the windows. He must live in a hole and hide by day. A man must live so that he leaves no trace of his living. That is what it has come to.

Right. Got it. And he was glad it was Z. Undoubtedly the guy was well aware of his fucked-up mood, but unlike some of the others—*cough*Rhage*cough*—he would never pry.

May I enter your bedroom, female?" His

My sex life is private, Butch. So are my…unconventional interests." "I hear ya. No one's biz but yours. One question, though." "What." "When the females tie you down, do they paint your toenails and shit? Or just do your makeup?" As V laughed in a loud crack, the cop said, "Wait…they tickle your pits with a feather, right?

Socks to keep your feet warm. Your diary, too—don't worry, I haven't read it or anything." "I'd be surprised if you had. You're more trustworthy than that." "No, I'm illiterate." Her eyes flared. "Anyway"—his voice was hard as his jawline—"I figured you'd want some of your own stuff.

Can't see. Just as well. No reason for you to know what we look like naked together. Frankly, I'm traumatised enough for the both of us.

I don't share.

I plead the fifth.

Don't tell them too much about your soul. They're waiting for just that.

The tremendous secrecy of alleys between houses

Is love so gross a thing that it must feed upon publication and public notice ? It would seem so.

Other actors don't get asked about their brothers or sisters, so why do I have to always answer questions about having a twin brother? I suppose it's interesting for everybody other than me.

Surveillant anxiety is always a conjoined twin: The anxiety of those surveilled is deeply connected to the anxiety of the surveillers. But the anxiety of the surveillers is generally hard to see; it's hidden in classified documents and delivered in highly coded languages in front of Senate committees.

I don't like a girl on social media, when you have an open inbox, answering questions from dudes left and right every day. What's the point? It's like having your number all out. Everybody think they're famous when they get 100,000 followers on Instagram and 5,000 on Twitter.

I don't have a Twitter account. I don't go to fan club gatherings. I'm not one of those actors who spends a lot of time engaging with the audience.