Quotes About Privacy

La vergüenza humana surge exclusivamente de la amenaza del descubrimiento.

You must get yourself so organized that people can't find you and see you to talk with you," he advised. Besides, he "never thought talking to people helped them get well.

The latrine is an oasis of peace.

What's your name?' she asked, and surprised herself. But for some reason, she wanted to know. Dean's brother—he hadn't been just some nameless Bad Guy Number Four. This vampire wasn't, either. He had a name, a history, maybe even people who cared what happened to him. 'My name is none of your business,' he said, and continued to stare out the window, even though there was nothing but blurry brick out there. 'Can I call you None for short?

What about e-mail? It is e-mail, yes? Morley asked, leaning even closer. E-mail is a kind of electronic letter. It travels through the air. He seemed very smug that he knew that. Well, not exactly, and would you please either BACK OFF or go find a shower?

No I'm worrying about people taking pictures and putting them on Facebook. That crap never dies. Kind of like you Mikey.

He pulled out his personal journal and pen. Jess understood the impulse, all too well, to spill out the bile and hurt into ink, where no one could see it.

You never understand how vulnerable you are in this age of social media until something breaks against you, and then . . . then it's too late. You can shut down Facebook, Twitter, Instagram; you can change your phone number and your e-mail. Move to new places. But for dedicated tormentors, that isn't a barrier. It's a challenge. They

You never understand how vulnerable you are in this age of social media until something breaks against you, and then . . . then it's too late. You can shut down Facebook, Twitter, Instagram; you can change your phone number and your e-mail. Move to new places. But for dedicated tormentors, that isn't a barrier.

You never understand how vulnerable you are in this age of social media until something breaks against you, and then . . . then it's too late. You can shut down Facebook, Twitter, Instagram; you can change your phone number and your e-mail. Move to new places. But for dedicated tormentors, that isn't a barrier. It's a challenge.

There's an alone that calls out for rescue—but this appeared to be an alone that wanted to be left alone.

Now he must deal with the security system, which has recorded everything that he's done. A video camera is mounted over the front door and focused on the cashiers' counter. Edgler Foreman Vess has no desire to see himself on television news. Living with intensity is virtually impossible when one is in prison.

I do not wish to shine. I prefer shadows, quiet, periods of solitude. I do not wish to be noticed. If one is all but invisible to others, one cannot be envied, inspire anger or suspicion. Near invisibility is a way of life that I recommend.

I think to myself, I play to myself, and nobody knows what I say to myself.

You play everything so close to your vest, it's like your entire life is one long poker hand.

Border to border, from sea to shining sea, police cars and other government vehicles had for some time been equipped with 360-degree license-plate-scanning systems that recorded the numbers of the vehicles around them, whether parked or in motion, transmitting them 24/7 to regional archives, which in turn shared the information with the National Security Agency's vast intelligence troves in its million-square-foot Utah Data Center.

Every vehicle with a GPS is tracked by satellite, and the history of its travels is archived in the million-square-foot Utah Data Center of the National Security Agency, in its ever-growing cloud. The NSA is a jealous guardian of the knowledge that it has acquired, and police agencies do not have routine access to it.

the single-story house

Moving room to room, she lowers the pleated shades at all the windows.

Nameless has no credit cards. He rarely carries identification of any kind, not even in false names.

Whatever is happening, it is none of Katie's concern.

Coming even fifty miles to force a probe up my butt without my permission is a pretty good definition of a pervert.

You can have privacy and tranquility up there, too, but also a sort of neighborhood.

She doesn't ask him about drones.