Quotes About Intrusion

The monute you get engaged, you become public property.

As I get close to the subway, a guy in a raincoat seethes at me, "Smile!" This makes me feel worse. I was lost in thought, minding my own business, and someone felt he had the right to disturb me anyway. Doesn't he realize that by making me feel like I was doing something wrong, he only made me feel less like smiling? It actually had the reverse effect he intended. It's like striking a bawling kid to stop him from crying, and we've all seen that done.

Maggad glances nervously around. He's well on the way to regretting this incursion into the newsroom, where he stands out like the proverbial turd in the punch bowl. He might own the place, but he doesn't belong.

Satan follows me through the door, flops down on the rug, and farts.

Why didn't you just ring the doorbell?' Stoat said. 'Why break into the house, and why'd you bust the shower door?' 'To put you in the proper frame of mind,' the man replied. 'Also, I was in the mood for some serious goddamn noise.

The universe was bad enough without people poking it.

Don't stick your nose where someone can pull it off and eat it.

I feel like I'm in a horror film. Everywhere I turn, there's a journalist.

Once journalists have been rifling through your dustbins, you do try and keep them at arms' length.

Don't ask me why, but it always feels intrusive to look at other people's junk.

It shouldn't just be Russia we're concerned about, because many countries that are not our friends have been hacking into American accounts across the board.

When they watch a movie and they know that you're in a relationship, you just kind of watch that constantly.

I was so happy that Justin Bieber snuck in my room. I was like, 'Oh my goodness.' You couldn't tell me anything. I was so happy.

The public already knows about me more than I ever wanted it to know.

Is there anyone in this apartment who hasn't seen me naked?" I demanded, grabbing the sheet and the phone. "I genuinely hope so, Cassandra.

Four: If you try to force yourself into my head, I will force myself into your pants.

If they heard Death mounting the stairs at night, footsteps that the teenage Beverly swore she could feel vibrating through the floorboards at three a.m., nobody mentioned this intrusion at breakfast.

They had been in her room. They had gone through her stuff. And Evan had seen her tampons. This was definitely the worst morning of her life. Megan stood up, clamped her things to her chest, walked into her room, and dropped everything on her bed. Okay, get a grip , she told herself. It could have been worse. Somehow.

I've had fans come and knock on my door. I'm usually polite, but I'm usually very direct and say, 'It's not cool that you come here uninvited.'

people who peek through keyholes have to expect an occasional poke in the eye.

Some spyware programs have ambient listening features. They can turn on the microphone of your phone without you knowing it and without leaving any record.

And sand, it seemed, got into everything, stinging eyes, abrading skin, and getting into nearly every crack and crevice.

Some guy broke into our house last week. He didn't even take the TV. He just took the remote control. Now he drives by and changes channels on us.

For years, well before consumer tracking became the norm, Radio Shack stores would routinely ask their customers for their addresses and phone numbers. For a while I just refused, but that was socially awkward. Instead, I got in the habit of replying with "9800 Savage Road, Columbia, MD, 20755": the address of the NSA.