Quotes About Intrusion

When Wealth walks in at the Door, the Press Agent comes in through the Window.

He was building his own castle, and for better or worse, the harpy wormed her way into his world and became its tower.

In accordance to entry two hundred and three, will you then submit to having a cast of your anal canal so the dildo employed to penetrate your anus can be made to perfect proportions?" The Reigh bodyguards froze. Nagrad read the entry. "I won't be requesting that one.

The dead man is on the trolley and the woman collapses across his chest. That's what the ghouls want a shufti at, like at that Princess Diana's funeral, they want to scrutinise those who really knew her, to drink the misery out of their faces.

the intruder was an obviously mature thirty, at least—quite elderly, in fact.)

You never know when contemporary art is going to insinuate itself into a normally art-free zone.

A plague on eminence! I hardly dare cross the street anymore without a convoy, and I am stared at wherever I go like an idiot member of a royal family or an animal in a zoo; and zoo animals have been known to die from stares.

Conscience is a mother-in-law whose visit never ends.

I have a very intrusive life, I guess you could say. I think that a lot of people know too much about me, truthfully.

I am trying to make my peace with the paparazzi.

It's all discipline and schedule for me. I mean, it's very easy to get distracted by the real world and things that intrude constantly, and it takes dedication to live totally in your head and be tuned out.

Here in Russia,, in many cities, people are irritated by Caucasian intrusion. Caucasians come from foreign countries; they are ubiquitous: in markets, shops, hotels, restaurants. They misbehave, and in this sense we have feelings similar to those that the Germans have toward the Turks and the French toward Algerians.

I feel squeezed like a lemon - interviewers and people keep turning up unannounced at my office!

In 2008, while I was shooting a TV show, a woman came all the way from Odisha to Baroda to meet me. It turned out she was newly married; she said she had run away and wanted to marry me! We had to call the local police, and it turned out her family had filed a missing person's report.

Every TV show you want to do, they want to look in your house. It's God's honest truth, they want to send a TV crew round to your house!

Being famous has changed a lot, because now there's so many outlets, between magazines, TV shows, and the Internet, for people to stalk and follow you. We created the monster.

Tweets? That stuff kills conversation. And people taking pictures with their phone or recording you, sometimes surreptitiously, is creepy. They come up and just start talking to you, and you can see the red light on their phone.

I was actually cyberstalked twice.

Impertinence will intermeddle in things in which it has no concern, showing a want of breeding, or, more commonly, a spirit of sheer impudence.

It's interesting to wake up at 3 in the morning by someone saying they're a reporter and they want to know how you feel. I felt fine, but I said, 'Well, why do you ask?'

The journalists are poking me all the time. It's impossible for me to stop even I want to.

God, I hate interviews with actors pouncing on. Who wants to know about their lives? I don't want to know about Al Pacino's life.

I know people whose entire lives are ruined by fame. If you make yourself exclusive, people want to break that down, but if you go about doing your shopping, no one bugs you.

People want to act like they know celebrities. They want to see pictures. They want to know where you're going. They want to hear you talk about your family.