Quotes About Intrusion

That would have been the worst kind of violation, to read you words uninvited.

I don't know what I thought I'd find by breaking in here.

They're hungry for something they know nothing about, but we, we know all too well that the price of fame is the loss of privacy.

I once considered suing Farrah Fawcett for invasion of privacy. Hardly a day passed when I didn't see her on a magazine cover, an ad, a poster. She was destroying my life, but now she's OK.

Randall, the gay alcoholic in the house next door, boldly peeps through my windows. 'Boy, you sure rock in that chair a lot,' he said last week, his face pressed against my screen. This time I was lying on my bed with Katherine's cats. I'm watching them while she's out of town. I can be very mushy, and he watched me kissing them and saying that all the other cats in the neighborhood were jealous of their beauty.

I don't think of myself as overly prissy, but it bothered me to find a finger on my bedroom floor.

Can we imagine (and perhaps even find) more radical forms of governmental touch—of a state, for instance, that feels and feels its way? Yet imagining a more sensitive form of governmental touch immediately comes up against the problematic of the state. Critical scholarship has long been wary of the proximity and intrusion that a touching-feeling state might engender, but does this mean states should be kept at a distance? Adopting a utopian attitude, can states touch differently?

Ads shouldn't be in people's way.

Christian missionaries who intruded at odd times to advocate baptism and the romantic practice of the man on top instead of on the bottom or from behind. They insisted that anyone civilized knew the latter two were unholy and, moreover, encouraged the rheumatism.

Not surprisingly, they frisked me like they were taking a frisking exam. To get into the Royal College of Frisking. Five times, head to toe, mouth, ears, crotch, soles of shoes. They tore most of my clothes from my body, and left me looking like an opened Christmas present.

At about 8.15 p.m. Cargill thought he saw something pass through one of the gaps in the boom net defences and rowed across to the centre portion of the nets, near the Western Gate, to investigate. He saw what appeared to be two oxygen bottles floating just below the surface and decided they belonged either to a mine or a submarine.

It is easy for journalism to be morally casual, even as it makes large moral claims for itself. So when journalism is accused by those it serves of privileging sensation before significance, celebrity before achievement, intrusion before purposeful investigation and entertainment before reliability, the charge demands a response. Journalism stands accused of being not so much a public service as a public health hazard.

She had almost tripped over him as he watched the drops fall with idiot fascination. Somehow she could not hurry past with a brief flicker of nona dolorosa to indicate her annoyance

Being very famous is not the fun it sounds. It merely means you're being chased by a lot of people and you lose your privacy.

smelly creeps

As far as Vern and I go, we have had situations where people have tried to take photographs of me and cut Vernon out or vice versa in an attempt to create a scandal. But we just try and live our lives and ignore it.

The hacker mindset doesn't actually see what happens on the other side, to the victim.

The right to personal privacy is precious. Without it, we are all potential victims for a prying secret police.

Someone is always taking a video of me or snapping a photo.

Some people have no respect whether you are with your family or not. That's the hardest part. I was shopping in a grocery store in Seattle looking for stuff for Nicholas. This guy kept following me with his cell phone video on.

When I worry about privacy, I worry about peer-to-peer invasion of privacy. About the fact that anytime anything of any note happens, there are three arms holding cell phones with cameras in them or video records capturing the event ready to go on the nightly news, if necessary.

I felt like I was living in some sort of video game and people pre-empting every move I made, obviously as a result of accessing my private information.

I think we always view people who make us feel uncomfortable and appear to intrude on our middle-class cozy space, we view them with, if not hostility, at least suspicion, discomfort, embarrassment.

David, I just broke into your home. Clearly I don't respect boundaries. Do you really think a verbal request is going to put a dent in any of my plans?