Quotes About Privacy

He's never once asked for painful personal details, Mark. He'll take what you give him and just nod. He sees and won't cross uninvited this unbroken center-line between your business and his. Keeps his own counsel. Never ever presses. It's one reason he's so universally loved.

Facebook's obvious use case for a payment system was to be yet another source of personal information on users. Every regulator and commentator noticed this immediately.

The Libra plan came out when Facebook was under increasingly close attention from governments, who were deeply suspicious of the company's track record on privacy, election manipulation and falsified news.

You may be on Facebook lots — but would you trust Facebook with your money? For most people, the answer was "no.

What does Facebook want from a private currency so much that they're offering to lose money to run it? The obvious answer is: personal data — because Facebook always wants personal data. Facebook's business is selling personal data to advertisers.

These are only the most prominent examples. Facebook's history of personal data abuse is extensive, and consistent. Given the chance, you can be sure Facebook will abuse users' data — no matter what permissions the users think they gave, and no matter the promises Facebook may have made to regulators.

Facebook even builds shadow profiles on Internet users who aren't Facebook users, by using the Facebook buttons included on web pages. All the incentives are for Novi to use a "Pay with Novi" web page button to collect data on non-users, in the same way, and there's nothing to stop them.

It's a private thing, that even if it wasn't, I wouldn't talk about it because it makes people uncomfortable to know I have a super-power. That's what Jamie calls it. A super-power. I still call it the noise.

I have become very good at clearing histories.

I don't like it when you use my shampoo, because then your hair smells like me, not you.

That would have been the worst kind of violation, to read you words uninvited.

Nobody ever took my picture. They didn't want to. Or I wouldn't let them. You were the only exception.

finances, n. You wanted to keep the list on the refrigerator. No, I said. That's too public. What I meant was: Aren't you embarrassed by how much you owe me?

I have never told anyone the truth. I have never come close.

I'd like to remain at that one delicate remove, so you can get to know me without the distraction of other people's noise.

So I'd like to remain at that one delicate remove, so you can get to know me without the distraction of other people's noise.

There is no better way to conceal oneself than by listening to others.

They're hungry for something they know nothing about, but we, we know all too well that the price of fame is the loss of privacy.

I once considered suing Farrah Fawcett for invasion of privacy. Hardly a day passed when I didn't see her on a magazine cover, an ad, a poster. She was destroying my life, but now she's OK.

Randall, the gay alcoholic in the house next door, boldly peeps through my windows. 'Boy, you sure rock in that chair a lot,' he said last week, his face pressed against my screen. This time I was lying on my bed with Katherine's cats. I'm watching them while she's out of town. I can be very mushy, and he watched me kissing them and saying that all the other cats in the neighborhood were jealous of their beauty.

If some people are "outed," are other people "inned"? Can we say that someone has been "besided" or "overed"?

Like prisoners and shepherds, many of them didn't care who they had sex with, the idea being that what happens in the dark stays in the dark. It's the next morning you have to worry about—the name-calling, the slamming of doors, the charge that you somehow cast a spell.

The real life of the party is flattened beneath the bed, taping actual sex encounters, not sitting cross-legged on the floor with a guitar, embarrassing himself and others.

You'd think I'd have addressed my drinking, at least in the privacy of my diary, but it's rarely mentioned. To type that word—alcoholic—would have made it real, so I never recounted the talking-tos I got from Hugh and certain helpful people in my family.