Quotes About Privacy

So I surrendered. I joined Facebook. And you know what? It turns out the only reason they wanted me to join was so they could show me pictures of their children without having to ask if I was interest in seeing them. This is why Facebook caught on with adults: It's designed for people who want to publicize their children without our consent.

Here in your mind you have complete privacy. Here there's no difference between what is and what could be.

Anymore, no one's mind is their own.

His computer password is password.

I disconnect the telephone to keep the outside world in it's correct place.

Anonymity is the new fame.

In the way our world is, everybody shoulder to shoulder, people knowing everything about you at first glance, a good veil is your tinted limousine window. The unlisted number for your face. Behind a good veil, you could be anyone.

A hotel, he told me, was a big house where a lot of people lived and ate and slept, but no one knew each other. He said that described most families in the outside world.

It's a look that says: Thank you for not sharing.

The closest thing that comes to how the day felt is when you wipe back to front. You're on the toilet. You're not thinking, and you smear shit on the back of your hanging-down wrinkled ball skin. The more you try to wipe it clean, the skin stretches and the mess keeps getting bigger. The thin layer of shit spreads into the hair and down your thighs. That's how a day like this, how it feels to keep secret.

With all of the seats empty, you could pretend everyone's just gone to the bathroom.

Stink for privacy, the new way to protect personal space. Intimidation by odor.

Most times, it's just a lot easier not to let the world know what's wrong

Anymore, no one's mine is their own.

Bestenfalls ein Bewacher. Schlimmstenfalls ein Voyeur.

More and more, for the stupid little kid, that was the idea... That if enough people looked at you, you'd never need anybody's attention ever again. That if someday you were caught, exposed, and revealed enough, then you'd never be able to hide again. There'd be no difference between your public and your private lives. That if you could acquire enough, accomplish enough, you'd never want to own or do another thing.

Por entonces yo llevaba un tiempo con un ojo morado, souvenir de una pelea a puñetazos durante las vacaciones de verano. Ninguno de mis compañeros de trabajo me había preguntado nunca por ello, asi que supuse que uno podía hacer cualquier cosa en su vida privada con tal de que te dejara tantos moretones que nadie quisiera conocer los detalles.

It disturbed him to know that the machine was listening all the time, a mechanical voyeur—then again, that was the aching paranoia of modern life, was it not? Your phone, listening. Your TV, listening. People put devices in their houses that were always and forever listening. Sometimes, even watching.

who I am in my head, very few people really get to see that. Almost none. It's the most precious gift I can give, to bring her out of hiding. Maybe I've learned it's a mistake to reveal her at all.

How angry am I? You don't want to know. Nobody wants to know about that.

But who I am in my head, very few people really get to see that. Almost none. It's the most precious gift I can give, to bring her out of hiding.

It would seem, from this, that the people of Omanorion had mastered the ultra-civilized art of minding their own business.

You're being watched too, remember?" "I wasn't aware—" "That some of the screens you're looking at are looking at you?" "Yes." "Well, they are.

What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, because in the end, whatever goes down, whatever you get up to, your triumphs and transgressions, nobody actually understands what it means except for you.