Quotes About Theft

Online theft has changed the business model of filmmaking because the DVD market is very soft. So, more ambitious, compelling, character-driven narrative of a certain budget level isn't really a viable business model in the eyes of the studios right now.

I contend that there really are no more con men. There's no need for con men anymore. There's no need for the very sophisticated, suave guy, the well-dressed guy. Today, you steal with the computer from thousands of miles away - from China, from Libya, from Hong Kong. Your victim's never going to see you, so there's no need to be any of that.

If we don't act now to safeguard our privacy, we could all become victims of identity theft.

A robber who justified his theft by saying that he really helped his victims, by his spending giving a boost to retail trade, would find few converts; but when this theory is clothed in Keynesian equations and impressive references to the 'multiplier effect,' it unfortunately carries more conviction.

According to the Privacy Rights Center, up to 10 million Americans are victims of ID theft each year. They have a right to be notified when their most sensitive health data is stolen.

Why had they taken her car?

And so, as the stars came out, Miles took up his basket and made his way in the moonlight to the river, to the place where he'd hidden the little boat. It was gone. No great surprise, really. The region was notorious. Why shouldn't someone steal his boat? He'd return the favor and steal someone else's. Tomorrow. Tonight, though, he wanted a proper dinner. He set about fashioning a fishing line.

Murphy hung up and I said, to the still-open line, Hey, if you've got someone watching my place, could you call the cops if anyone tries to steal my Star Wars poster? It's an original. Then I vindictively hung up on the FBI. It made my inner child happy.

As I pulled into the parking lot, I reflected that odds were that not a lot of clandestine meetings involving mystical assassination, theft of arcane power, and the balance of power in the realms of the supernatural had taken place in a Wal-Mart Super Center.

I held my hand up, frowning. Wait a minute. Where did you say this thing was stolen from? The Cathedral of Saint John the Baptist. Father Vincent said. In Northern Italy. I said. He nodded. In Turin, to be exact. He nodded again, his expression reserved. Someone stole the freaking Shroud of Turin ? I demanded. Yes. I settled back in the chair, looking down at the photos again. This changed things. This changed things a lot.

I reflected that odds were that not a lot of clandestine meetings involving mystical assassination, theft of arcane power, and the balance of power in the realms of the supernatural had taken place in a Wal-Mart Super Center.

I followed him into the living room. His battered thrift-store entertainment center was empty and toppled in the thieves' haste to leave, as were the makeshift bricks-and-boards shelves that had held his movie and game collection. The rest of the room looked okay, or at least okay by college-bro standards. In some guys' places, you'd be hard-pressed to know if they had been ransacked or not.

Stealing goods from a town store would be a criminal offense and provoke righteous indignation. Stealing muskrats from his swamp would be just another example of what the hillmen were always doing to each other and provoke, at the very most, a sympathetic chuckle. Even

true love is felonious… You take someone's breath away… You rob them of the ability to utter a single word… You steal a heart.

Our society had been a kleptocracy of the highest order, the government doing its best to steal from the Americans, the average man doing his best to steal from the government, the worst of us doing our best to steal from each other.

cash a forged U.S. Treasury check for $37.50 in Ralph's, a Los Angeles supermarket. According to the arresting officers, Manson told them he had stolen the check from a mailbox. Two more

a total of fifty lifts were taken from the residence

My parents were dishonest people. If it was my birthday, I knew my mother took me to the K-Mart and she stole my toy. She'd put it in the shopping cart and we'd walk out. I was raised with that.

History supplies little beyond a list of those who have accommodated themselves with the property of others.

What contemptible scoundrel stole the cork from my lunch?

What contemptible scoundrel has stolen the cork to my lunch?

A gang of lads, morally neglected, and in that respect inferior to the intermediate class, but in good physical training, attack and throw another set, trained neither physically nor morally, and make off with their food and their dainty clothes. What more is called for than a laugh?

When you steal a book, you steal from the world , the Library propaganda said

He often remembered his dad's admonition that envy was mental theft. If you coveted another man's possessions, Dad said, then you should be willing to take on his responsibilities, heartaches, and troubles along with his money.