Quotes About Intrusion

There was a time when you would dream about, say, movie stars. Now, you virtually follow them into their bathroom when they're going to the loo.

Most of the trouble in this world has been caused by folks who can't mind their own business, because they have no business of their own to mind, any more than a smallpox virus has.

How did you get in here?" Sterling asked, wishing his words didn't sound quite so slurred. He was having more difficulty than usual bringing his shadowed world into focus. Damnation, why hadn't he lit more lamps or poured himself fewer snifters of brandy? "Not important," Jack Dodger said. "What is important is for you to realize that you can do nothing to keep us out if we decide we want in.

The greatest dangers to liberty lurk in insidious encroachment by mean of zeal, well-meaning, but without understanding.

their phones actually, trying to get inside them somehow,

if there is a garden of maybes, you are the invasive plant I can't ever get rid of.

It turns out that I learned something from my dear old dad after all: firemen are experts at getting into places they shouldn't be.

Our country use satellites to spy on its own people?' 'Well, the satellites go all around the world. They just don't bother to turn them off over the US.

A girl never can predict who might wander into her boudoir during a bubble bath.

There are lots of animals in the house. There's an elephant in the hall, a seal in the bathtub, a crane in the laundry, a tiger on the stairs, and a polar bear by the fridge. Does this have anything to do with you?

That annoying moment when someone enters your room and leaves the door wide open when they leave.

Indeed, there is nothing more arbitrary than intervening as a stranger in a destiny which is not ours.

You can shoo people away in real life, but not when they force their way in through the dream door.

You aren't going to leave me alone are you?

I had to deal with several stalkers and a lot of strange letters.

Silas looked around frantically for help. "How did you get inside my house?" "Your alarm system sucks," Trent said, tapping the blade against Silas's arm. The man jumped. "Get a dog," Ford suggested. "Dogs are better than any alarm system." He rolled his neck. "Can I cut him now? This is boring.

any number of peas under the mattress and I would not know it—

Imagine a thousand more such daily intrusions in your life, every hour and minute of every day, and you can grasp the source of this paranoia, this anger that could consume me at any moment if I lost control.

Loneliness is necessary for pure poetry. When someone intrudes into the poet's life (and any sudden personal contact, whether in the bed or in the heart, is an intrusion) the poet loses his or her balance for a moment, slips into being what he or she is, uses his or her poetry as one would use money or sympathy. The person who writes the poetry emerges, tentatively, like a hermit crab from a conch shell. The poet, for that instant, ceases to be a dead person.

Rocky had only worked once with a man who stalked his ex-girlfriend, and he came to therapy because he was convinced that going to therapy would get his girlfriend back. She had been struck by the absolute singularity of his pursuit; he became a laser beam, breaking into his ex-girlfriend's computer, accessing her e-mail, her post office box, even tapping into her parent's phone messages.

A man came up the far side of the street, walking neither slow nor fast ,not turning his head, as he paused, and quite surely not noticing them; they watched him until he was out of sight, and Rufus felt, and was sure that his father felt, that though there was no harm in the man and he had as good a right as they did to be there, minding his own business, their journey was interrupted from the moment they first saw him until they saw him out of sight.

Burglars! Good gracious!' cried the little woman, springing from the bed in one bound. The word 'burglar' was a terrible one to her, as it is indeed, to every well-constituted woman. 'Robbery' does not sound nearly so awe-inspiring.

Everyone had forgotten her. But that's the way Penny was-- so quiet and unimportant that you could look right at her and never see her. Esther had no idea why Penny always showed up at Grandma's house on Sunday afternoons when they came to visit. She was just one of those nosy neighbors with no life of her own, who watched other people's lives as if watching a movie.

How do you break into a ship?" "The same way you do a house, only wetter.