Quotes About Surveillance

You'll have the right to be angry about Vault 7 only after you boycott dragnet surveillance data providers like Google, Microsoft, Skype, Facebook and LinkedIn. The true threat is coming from the private sector surveillance profiteers.

There were always eyes. A little tailor on his way home from a movie. A waitress in a drive-in. A butcher-boy on a bicycle. A room clerk with a wet pointed nose. A detective's wife who was alert, too alert. Whose eyes saw too much. There were always eyes but they didn't see. He had proved it.

bring the two aliens up here under surveillance." With a microsecond pause, and a finely calculated micro-modulation of pitch and timbre—nothing you could actually take offense at—Marvin managed to convey his utter contempt and horror of all things human. "Just that?" he said.

The three billion people weren't actually there, but they watched his every gesture through the eyes of a small robot tri-D camera which hovered obsequiously in the air nearby.

Beware of the corporate invasion of private memory.

I'd like to give these detective story writers a course of routine work. They'd soon learn how most things are untraceable and nobody ever notices anything anywhere!

The typists might have been so many blackbeetles.

Unless we abandon elements which resemble a police state, we can't meet the demands of being a modern society.

pajamas. He stumbled a little, the two men jerked him upright and his glasses went askew. They stopped at the back of the Stolypin car, and one of the men let him go in order to open the door. Instinctively, he adjusted his glasses. Turned his head. For a bare instant, he stared at Khristo. His face appeared to have somehow shrunk, and his eyes looked enormous. Then the two

that out loud? "Repeat, Agent Vail?" "I said, 'A lot of sittin' for the next six minutes.'" The last thing she needed was to have her radio transmission played back in front of everyone; she'd be ridiculed for weeks. "Unit Five approaching, Queens Boulevard and Forty-eighth." Mike Hartman's voice sounded

Agent Vail. I'm in position, thirty feet from the bank's entrance. I've got a visual on three well-armed men dressed in black clothing, wearing

The rise of placelessness, on top of the sense that the whole planet is now minutely known and surveilled, has given this dissatisfaction a radical edge, creating an appetite to find places that are off the map and that are somehow secret, or at least have the power to surprise us.

These megaleaks... They're an important phenomenon, and they're only going to increase.

I just operate on the assumption that all phone conversations are bugged.

I know that my cell phone in Iran... is bugged, and they listen in, and my emails, I'm sure, are monitored inside Iran. They have my email address; it's not like they can't snoop on it.

Big brother listening in on your phone calls - I got a problem with that.

We live in the new world where camera phones are everywhere, and you have to be on your best behavior at all times.

There's a large percentage of mobile phones that now have a camera that's with you a lot of the time, and there's a lot of interest around those cameras as a data collection mechanism.

I have been saying for a long time, all my phones are tapped.

I get photographers hiding in my bushes. We're way past autographs. We're into being stalked and followed.

There's people outside our house; you get followed by photographers; you can't go out and have a cup of coffee with a friend without someone coming up to you.

You couldn't get away with anything at City because there were always photographers everywhere.

I don't let my picture be taken. I'm on too many hit lists.

I grew up in a country where I remember my parents not being able to have a conversation on the phone. The walls had ears, and you couldn't speak freely.