Quotes About Privacy

It's funny - nowadays people that are famous get chased by paparazzi. They have this fame, but they don't have the money to hide from it.

In the Orwellian dystopia the original sin was thoughtcrime, but in our new corporate dystopia the secret inner crime is need, particularly financial need. People in America hide financial need like they hide sexual perversions.

All of these new "Big Brother" laws had been sold under the guise of combating terrorism and increasing security, but none of them dared to address the specific threat posed by Islamic terror. Instead, the federal government seemed to prefer to increase security by treating all Americans equally: equally as criminal suspects in a vast open-air penal system.

Unknown to the sleeping family, three of their cell phones had been covertly switched on, providing the STU with interior audio listening devices paid for and put in position by the Edmonds themselves. To the STU Team members, what civilians didn't know about their own cell phones was simply mind boggling.

In the words of Ben Franklin, let me remind you that 'they that give up essential liberty to obtain a little temporary safety deserve neither liberty nor safety.

watched in mounting frustration, as the perversely named Patriot Acts (One and Two) had become law. Then came the Total Information Awareness program, which was renamed the more palatable Terrorist Information Awareness program, which collected every knowable fact about every American, and placed it all into searchable databases.

It's not that I don't like people. It's just that when I'm in the company of others – even my nearest and dearest – there always comes a moment when I'd rather be reading a book.

It's not that I don't like people. It's just that there always comes a moment when I'm in the company of others -- even my nearest and dearest -- when I'd rather be reading a book.

And so we exchange privacy for intimacy. We gamble with it, hoping that by exposing ourselves, someone will find a way in. This is why the human animal will always be vulnerable: because it wants to be.'

The tsunami of social media that has conquered global communications within a few years has swept away privacy, once predominant, and has laid the groundwork for a new world where everything is public - or is rapidly becoming so - and where everything is transparent - or is about to be.

This modern craze for biographical information leaves me cold for many reasons. For one thing, it's always inaccurate; for another, it's so bound up with publicity and other varieties of idiocy that it gags a person of any sensibility. For another, to be heralded is to become a candidate for the newest list of "the busted geniuses of yester-year" of whom I hope never to be one.

May we agree that private life is irrelevant? Multiple, mixed, ambiguous at best -- out of it we try to fashion the crystal clear, the singular, the absolute, and that is what is relevant; that is what matters.

When I was building the Vietnam Memorial, I never once asked the veterans what it was like in the war, because from my point of view, you don't pry into other people's business.

Mogao sam da mu kažem: ne ti?e te se, ostavi me na miru, ne ulazi u moje skrivene prostore, muka mi je od ljudi koji daju savjete. I to bi bilo najiskrenije.

Two genuinely human thoughts are always different, just as two men's palms are." "What's a genuinely human thought?" "One that's usually not told to anyone.

Ali ako ga i nisam odbio, želio sam da skrenem razgovor, nisam volio da iko kopa po meni.

Not to mention the loneliness. And at the same time, the crowdedness. The never being really alone, just to think, to rest or to do something private - anything private. You can`t even got to toilet in private. And if you want company, real company, not just people hanging about making a noise, that`s when you realize how lonely you are.

If you ever wanted to get an accurate picture of who you are, Greer thought years later, all you had to do was look at everything you'd Googled over the past twenty-four hours. Most people would be appalled to see themselves with this kind of clarity.

The idea that something had been done to you seemed to implicate you, even though no one said it did, making your body—which usually lived in darkness beneath your clothing—suddenly live in light. Forever, if someone found out, you would be a person with a body that had been violated, breached. Also, forever you would be a person with a body that was visible and imaginable.

Their life together, which had its distinct rhythms and drama, was generally invisible to everyone else; sometimes she thought they were like performers in a flea circus between shows, doing their microscopic tricks only for each other.

No one else knew what went on inside you; no one else cared.

My mom always says, you don't have a self until you have a secret.

Back when Deenie was in middle school, she was always having sleepovers. All those girly thumping and trills on the other side of his bedroom wall confused and annoyed and stirred him, so he'd sneak down to the basement and page through a mildewed 1985 Playboy he'd found under the laundry chute. The pictures were startling and beautiful, but he always felt ashamed after, standing at the laundry sink where his mom scrubbed his uniform.

Sometimes the things we want to say the most are the things that should never be said.