Quotes About Intrusion

It would be a matter of concern for government if intrusive data capture has been deployed against Indian citizens or government infrastructure.

What I find appalling is the intrusive nature towards my extended family.

People are always invading your personal space on set, especially on 'The Walking Dead.'

What is the government doing or not doing in terms of tracking you, following you, investigating you? And if you're suspicionless, it should be none of the above.

I crashed my boyfriend's birthday when I was 12 years old. He didn't invite me and so I showed up.

Ironically, I don't like having cameras in my face.

How irritating it must be for people, to be bombarded with me!

I don't want the IRS banging down my door.

I don't know how you would live in the world of Angelina Jolie or Jennifer Aniston and being stalked. It's just brutal.

The camera has a mind of its own--its own point of view. Then the human bearer of time stumbles into the camera's gaze--the camera's domain of pristine space hitherto untraversed is now contaminated by human temporality. Intrusion occurs, but the camera remains transfixed by its object. It doesn't care. The camera has no human fears.

The team had the hardest time hacking into the server of the J-2, the Joint Staff's intelligence directorate. Finally, one of the team members simply called the J-2's office and said that he was with the Pentagon's IT department, that there were some technical problems, and that he needed to reset all the passwords. The person answering the phone gave him the existing password without hesitating. The Red Team broke in.

In the cavity were two handguns with ammunition clips.

They returned. The Night Wolves came back the following night, and they were armed to the teeth. They thought they were taking on an undefended target. Their mission was to invade an old if sprawling house and eliminate a sleeping teenager in one of the bedrooms. Anyone else on that floor would also have to be taken down

a thought intruded itself into my brain, unmistakably from without. From the device. From the Grentl. "WE ARE COMING.

men were off the road and onto our yard now, their eyes never yet looking up to us; men I couldn't place from anywhere. I looked behind me to Momma, saw her there with a hand to her face, covering her eyes, the other hand at her throat and holding on to the collar of her dress. I turned to the sound of the men on the porch steps, felt myself backing up too. The four of them moved toward me, struggling with the burden they bore, the wool blanket seeming heavier than

I find the treatment of royalty distinctly peculiar. The royal family lives in palaces heavily screened from prying eyes by fences, grounds, gates, guards, all designed to ensure the family absolute privacy. And every newspaper in London carried headlines announcing PRINCESS ANNE HAS OVARIAN CYST REMOVED. I mean you're a young girl reared in heavily guarded seclusion and every beer drinker in every pub knows the precise state of your ovaries.

The man who thrusts his manners upon me does as if he were to insist on introducing me to his cabinet of curiosities, when I wished to see himself.

it would be an ill office in us to pay a visit to the inmost recesses of his mind, as some scandalous people search into the most secret affairs of their friends, and often pry into their closets and cupboards, only to discover their poverty and meanness to the world.

She's too personal—considering that she expects other people not to be. She walks in without knocking at the door." "Yes," Isabel admitted, "she doesn't sufficiently recognize the existence of knockers; and indeed I'm not sure that she doesn't think them rather a pretentious ornament. She thinks one's door should stand ajar.

He comes and looks at one's daughter as if she were a suite of apartments; he tries the door-handles and looks out of the windows, raps on the walls and almost thinks he'll take the place. Will you be so good as to draw up a lease? Then, on the whole, he decides that the rooms are too small; he doesn't think he could live on a third floor; he must look out for a piano nobile. And he goes away after having got a month's lodging in the poor little apartment for nothing.

People are like lice - they get under your skin and bury themselves there. You scratch and scratch until the blood comes, but you can't get permanently deloused.

Las personas son como los piojos: se te meten bajo la piel y se entierran en ella.

Las personas son como los piojos: se te meten bajo la piel y se entierran en ella. Te rascas y te rascas hasta hacerte sangre, pero no puedes despiojarte de una vez.

You guys ask really long questions. In the U.S., they just want to know who you're sleeping with.