Quotes About Intrusion

The daylight shouldered its way in like a squad of policemen and did a lot of what's-all-thising around the room

Beware of the corporate invasion of private memory.

On the evening of November 1, 2007—All Saints' Day—Rudy Guede climbed a wall, used a rock to break a second-floor window under cover of darkness and forced his way into a small house on Perugia's Via della Pergola where Meredith Kercher lived with three other women who, because of the holiday, were not present at the time.

Uninvited guests seldom meet a welcome.

All these Ministers insist on coming in and having kittens all over the place.

Will you tell me exactly what it is that has upset you?" "Tell you that in two words, I can." (Here, I may say, she vastly underestimated.) "People coming snooping round here when my back's turned. Poking round. And what business of hers is it, how often the study is dusted or turned out? If you and the missus don't complain, it's nobody else's business. If I give satisfaction to you that's all that matters, I say.

Excuse my butting in on your case," she said with a sudden rather twisted grin, "but I thought you'd like to have the local colour correct." And she marched out of the room.

Isn't that her problem? That she lets his thoughts crowd in on hers - crowd out hers...

When I first heard about Twittering, I thought it was the most disgusting thing I'd ever heard of in my life. It's like the devil: the idea that your personal life is there for everybody.

I've never been involved in something where people cared about my personal life and the gossip of it!

I've never felt any huge intrusions into my personal life.

New Yorkers are tired of hearing about my personal life.

I don't like questions that delve into my personal life.

My life isn't interesting enough for anyone to hack my phone.

I've got to be careful what I say but Glenn Mulcaire was a blagger and a phone hacker.

I know that my cell phone in Iran... is bugged, and they listen in, and my emails, I'm sure, are monitored inside Iran. They have my email address; it's not like they can't snoop on it.

I got a phone call saying we are from the News of the World, and we're exposing you and David Beckham. My heart did not beat for a minute.

Big brother listening in on your phone calls - I got a problem with that.

I don't want a door bell. I don't want anyone ringing my door bell... seems to be intrusive. They can call me on their cell phones.

I have been saying for a long time, all my phones are tapped.

My mother emails me stuff about when she finds a paparazzi photo and they're like, his hair is out of control.

I've seen beautiful actresses get spat at or just someone trying to get a rise out of them so they can get an extra hundred bucks for a photo. It's really rough.

I don't think most people decide to become an actor because they want to be followed around all the time... I see it when I'm with my brothers, and I don't get it. I don't understand why someone wants to take a photo of us getting out of a car or on the beach. I think that's really weird.

As a photographer, there are times when I have to decide if it's appropriate to invade a moment with my camera.