Quotes About Intrusion

Well, if a Little Fuzzy finds a door open, I'd like to know why he shouldn't come in and look around.

For some reason, I kept trying to see how much pubic hair he had. It was all matted and kind of orange, like something you use to scrub soap scum. When he caught me looking, he told me that the landlord on the show – Mr. Furley or whatever his name was – didn't try hard enough. "That guy doesn't try hard enough, Steve," he said. I felt weirdly ashamed when he said that. So much so that I went into his room and urinated on his bed.

Uninvited guests are often most welcome when they leave

YOU'RE IN MY MOUTH, I said. GET OUT OF MY MOUTH.

There were three of us in this marriage, so it was a bit crowded.

Why was he here? Why was he always, always, always around? Didn't he have a life? Didn't he have anything better to do?

I really wish your boyfriend would stay out of my love life." "Funny. I bet Felicity wishes her boyfriend would stay out of it, too.

You've no right to walk into people's castles and take their guitars.

The box was beginning to feel like another person in my house, a person with too much power for the space she took up.

I Googled it all." Dortmunder had heard of this; some other nosey parker way to mind everybody else's business.

Once you expose your private life, if you give one little bit, the floodgates are open and everyone's got a free range for you.

The erosion of a nation's concern for life and for individual rights, has always preceded the intrusion of tyranny.

I gave up visiting my psychoanalyst because he was meddling too much in my private life.

I was completely unprepared for the public spectacle my private life became, and didn't like it a bit.

People keep speculating about my personal life because I am evasive about it.

It feels a lot like the strain of trying to stay awake when I can feel the darkness sliding under my skin, trying to borrow my body without asking so that my hands become its hands, my legs its legs.

Every time I close the door on reality it comes in through the windows.

At times, feeling the wind on my brow, I went numb with horror. In my imagination I saw armies of ants and cockroaches calling to one another and scurrying toward my head, to some place under the top of my skull, where they would build new nests. There they would proliferate and eat out my thoughts, one after another, until I would become as empty as the shell of a pumpkin from which all the fruit has been scraped out.

You are not supposed to be here." Mizuchi turned her head from side to side, searching.

It's weird to have people so interested in your personal life. It's a part of the business that grosses me out. I'm always bummed out for people who just happen to be dating a celebrity, and they're also famous, and they can't live their life.

she'd felt on coming into the house, made Vera angry. Bloody hippies! She'd given them a key for emergencies, not so that they could wander into her house whenever they felt like it. They had no respect for personal boundaries.

Let folk into your life and they started making demands. She hated people making demands.

This was what Vera missed, now she had to spend so long at her desk. The prying and nebbing into other folk's business.

The studio rented a house for my wife in Los Angeles under a phony name to keep reporters away. Whenever I wanted to visit her and my children, I would have to sneak in the back door after dark.