Quotes About Intrusion

I feel now like I'm living in a goldfish bowl and all I can see and hear from every window in my home is you. You, you, you.

I realized that I was really tired of people popping on and off of my property like it was a train station on the supernatural railroad.

You got no right being in my head. That's..trespassing

There were toes. Those toes wouldn't be happy piggies. But they didn't have any right to be in the way.

someone left an anonymous letter under the windshield wiper of my car. Getting an anonymous letter is not a pleasant experience.

I expected that someone was going to out me; you just can't go through life with a microscope on your career without someone delving into your past a little bit.

It was then that the ecstasy and the dream began, in which emotion was the matter of the universe, and matter but an adventitious intrusion likely to hinder you from spinning where you wanted to spin.

They did not vary their partners if their inclination were to stick to previous ones.Changing partners simply meant that a satisfactory choice had not as yet been arrived at by one or other of the pair, and by this time every couple had been suitably matched. It was then that the ecstasy and the dream began, in which emotion was the matter of the universe, and matter but an adventitious intrusion likely to hinder you from spinning where you wanted to spin.

A woman who attempts a public career must expect to be treated as public property: what would be an intrusion on a domiciled gentlewoman is a tribute to me.

It occurred to Dr. Lecter in the moment that with all his knowledge and intrusion, he could never entirely predict her, or own her at all. He could feed the caterpillar, he could whisper through the chrysalis; what hatched out followed its own nature and was beyond him. He wondered if she had the .45 on her leg beneath the gown. Clarice Starling smiled at him then, the cabochons caught the firelight and the monster was lost in self-congratulation at his own exquisite taste and cunning.

Dark swarmed behind her eyelids and, in jerky seconds of sleep, she dreamed the dark came into her. Dark came insidious, up her nose and into her ears, damp fingers of dark proposed themselves to each of her body openings. She put her hand over her mouth and nose, put her other hand over her vagina, clenched her buttocks, turned one ear to the mattress and sacrificed the other ear to the intrusion of the dark.

It occurred to Dr. Lecter in the moment that with all his knowledge and intrusion, he could never entirely predict her, or own her at all. He could feed the caterpillar, he could whisper through the chrysalis; what hatched out followed its own nature and was beyond him.

You know what a miracle is. Not what Bakunin said. But another world's intrusion into this one. Most of the time we coexist peacefully, but when we do touch there's cataclysm.

You know what a miracle is. Not what Bakunin said. But another world's intrusion into this one.

the selling of curriculum materials of a more general nature is a substantial business in itself. A captive audience of more than 40 million school children is attractive to all sorts of people for all sorts of reasons. The susceptibility of educators to such fasionable "innovations" is what opens the floodgates to permit the intrusion of such programs into the public schools. This susceptibility is only partly spontaneous.

The discretion of the watcher versus the privacy of the watched was just another arms race; this one, I could see, would run and run.

In the opening paragraph Goldi commits felony breaking and entering. Why does she do it? Why does she risk five to ten in the slammer or death by bear claw?

Hi, Tony." "I thought I'd gotten rid of him for good," Portenson said in a way that didn't reveal if he was joking or not. "But here he is again, like a bad penny.

This includes, crucially, checking e-mail, as well as browsing work-related websites. In both cases, even a brief intrusion of work can generate a self-reinforcing stream of distraction that impedes the shutdown advantages described earlier for a long time to follow (most people are familiar, for example, with the experience of glancing at an alarming e-mail on a Saturday morning and then having its implications haunt your thoughts for the rest of the weekend).

Suddenly, it's all too much. Bryn and the bump watch. Vanessa with my high school yearbook. The idea that nothing's sacred. Everything's fodder. That my life belongs to anyone but me.

Either a large man with very quick reflexes and a deadly sword hat indeed, invaded her home. Or she needed intense psychotherapy.

That's the other thing I want to talk to you about," Johnson said. "As you've been talking, we've been scanning your brain. See that cerebral scanner on the ceiling—you know, the big light beam shining down on your head?

Finding a note in the pocket of my shirt was bad enough. Messing with my pillow . . . that's something else again. A guy's pillow is personal, you know?

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