Quotes About Intrusion

I have no objection to the expression of political opinions in SF if they are an integral part of the story structure. I don't at all appreciate their intrusion for the purpose of converting a story into a political tract, because I consider that intellectually insulting.

For Death must be somewhere in a society; if it is no longer (or less intensely) in religion, it must be elsewhere; perhaps in this image which produces Death while trying to preserve life. Contemporary with the withdrawal of rites, Photography may correspond to the intrusion, in our modern society, of an asymbolic Death, outside of religion, outside of ritual, a kind of abrupt dive into literal Death.

Smoke alarms are compulsory in homes because they contain cameras and microphones wirelessly linked to the government. With poison gas capsules too, in case the government doesn't like what you're saying or doing.

Brought to you by The Corporation: In your homes and in your pants.

The wolf was at the door. His shadow spilled into the room, taking it over.

We live in what's called an open society, which of course means they open our emails, open our phone records, and open our medical records.

What we have now in America is a surveillance society.

The sick woman was usurping the place of the healthy one. He was being dragged back from the memory of the sunlit down and the quick, laughing girl, back to this unhealthy, overheated room and its complaining occupant.

She was like a permanent invasion of one's privacy.

Isabel observed an etiquette of the telephone: a call before eight in the morning was an emergency; between eight and nine it was an intrusion; thereafter calls could be made until ten in the evening, although anything after nine-thirty required an apology for the disturbance. After ten one was into emergency time again.

telephoned Jamie the next morning at the earliest decent hour; nine o'clock, in her view. Isabel observed an etiquette of the telephone: a call before eight in the morning was an emergency; between eight and nine it was an intrusion; thereafter calls could be made until ten in the evening, although anything after nine-thirty required an apology for the disturbance. After ten one was into emergency time again.

The attack came at midnight. The patrol car was long gone, but in its place, were two FBI agents, seated in the kitchen, in the dark.

Eavesdroppers, she had always heard, and similarly people burrowing into private matters, found nothing to comfort them.

It all began with a shoe on the wall. A shoe on the wall shouldn't be there at all.

If I had to change one thing about my life, it would probably be, I wouldn't be famous. Because when you're famous it's so hard.

Perez Hilton is an irritating wasp in the beautiful rose garden that is my life.

I want my personal life to be personal... And I don't care if you're talking about things that are true, you're still talking about my personal life.

I used to be a cool chick but I feel like the paparazzi has taken that away from me, like, the way I used to live my life. I used to be a cool chick but I'm not anymore.

Home, I thought. Wasn't a home a private place? A place where the family could feel secure? How could strangers come and search through our secrets? If

But even if you're good at blank slating, have no expectations and no assumptions, listen well, take great notes, refrain from excessive talking, and don't spill beans—even if you're the perfect blank slater, the world outside the negotiation can still intrude on your ability to blank slate. If you're overly tired, it's difficult to focus.

they're fucking up minds they do not own.

Tigers, except when wounded or when man-eaters, are on the whole very good-tempered...Occassionally a tiger will object to too close an approach to its cubs or to a kill that it is guarding. The objection invariably takes the form of growling, and if this does not prove effective itis followed by short rushes accompanied by terrifying roars. If these warnings are disregarded, the blame for any injury inflicted rests entirely with the intruder"- Jim Corbett

Just when I finally found fifteen minutes for myself, the dead man came to the door.

A gust of night pushed its way in the door and everyone inside wavered once like stalks in a field then resumed their talk.