Quotes About Intrusion

I've had people break into profiles on my Internet; they got into my accounts. This was at the beginning of my career. There is a fair bit of alarm when something like that happens. It definitely bothered me a lot at the time. But you move on from these things.

I've had enough of being public property.

Defence for me is so important because I do not want anyone to trespass and invade my property because that goal is my property.

I call up Amazon. It seems to me they do a major thing wrong, right. I mean, they protect me against the loss of a $50 liability I have of something on my credit card, but they do nothing to protect me against somebody who is watching to see what books I'm interested in, what new perversions I've developed.

I think people should be protected from being made to feel that they want to know what somebody famous had for breakfast.

I am sorry to disturb you,' said James politely, 'but these people wished to shoot us.

I went in — after making every possible noise in the kitchen, short of pushing over the stove — but I don't believe they heard a sound.

And suddenly, from behind me, I hear the metaphysically abrupt arrival of the office boy. I feel like I could kill him for barging in on what I wasn't thinking. I turn around and look at him with a silence full of hatred, tense with latent homicide, my mind already hearing the voice he'll use to tell me something or other. He smiles from the other side of the room and says 'Good afternoon' in a loud voice. I hate him like the universe. My eyes are sore from imagining.

Hay algo más cristiano que la mosca? La mosca es constante, persistente, zumbona. A la mosca le gusta andar en las llagas, en el pus, en la basura, como a los verdaderos cristianos.

One of my biggest fears is thinking that there are people in my house when I'm home alone.

I want to see overwhelming force repel anybody who is trying to get into the White House.

I saw a lot of people asking who am I dating. It's not that I ever wanted to hide it from anybody, but it's not something to be talked about.

For 10 days after the Olympics, I couldn't go back to my house because people were sitting outside waiting to take my photo. That was a bit rubbish. At first I was open: 'Yeah, of course you can take a photo...' but after a while, it got to the point where I thought, 'Whoa, I don't like this attention anymore.'

I am amazed about how everyone wants to know about my love life. They whisper to me, 'Tell me the truth? Is it true?' Who cares? Because we have this job, we are to say to everybody what we do, or with whom we sleep? It's a bit absurd, but that's why everybody lies so much.

There are two types of paparazzi. The ones who hide who get you with your mouth hanging wide open or jumping up and down like an idiot on the street. I much prefer them to the ones who come out and follow you.

The NSA has built an infrastructure that allows it to intercept almost everything. With this capability, the vast majority of human communications are automatically ingested without targeting. If I wanted to see your emails or your wife's phone, all I have to do is use intercepts. I can get your emails, passwords, phone records, credit cards.

Of course I don't like the fact that my wife goes to the supermarket and there are photographers. But I realise that the press attention is the same wherever you go.

My wife and I had decided not to let anybody take pictures of our home because it was just the last place on earth we had that was unscathed. But people have climbed over the fence; they've taken aerial shots. They've gotten my address and put it on the Internet.

The airport paparazzi kind of wigs me out a little bit.

Even if people would know who we are, or you could click on a Wikipedia page saying my date of birth, it does not necessarily mean that I have to go out on social media and tell you where I'm eating.

Any observer is an intruder in the domain of a wild animal and must remember that the rights of that animal supersede human interests. An observer must also keep in mind that an animal's memories of one day's contact might well be reflected in the following day's behavior.

Someone had my number and they started text-stalking me. I've never replied to them. It was tempting to write back, but I resisted.

If you fall in love with someone, it doesn't matter who they are. I've had lots of girlfriends who weren't in the public eye. It is hard, all the intrusion: you have a row with someone, and even though you've sorted everything out, you get the are-they-going-to-split headlines for the next ten days.

When you're working in crisis situations, people have a tendency - particularly the media - to stake out your house.