Quotes About Anonymity

seem to be the only person to have used the name Ben Christopher on a book. Strange, innit? Strange Embrace

There was a man and he had eight sons. Apart from that, he was nothing more than a comma on the page of History. It's sad, but that's all you can say about some people.

Chance is the pseudonym God uses when He'd rather not sign His own name.

En la historia del mundo, nunca antes los no-lugares han ocupado tanto espacio". Los

The constant calls of the screens, some accompanied by the impatient pulsing of a cursor, suggest with what ease our seemingly entrenched lives might be altered were we simply to walk down a corridor and onto a craft that in a few hours would land us in a place of which we had no memories and where no one knew our name.

what ease our seemingly entrenched lives might be altered were we simply to walk down a corridor and onto a craft that in a few hours would land us in a place of which we had no memories and where no one knew our name.

Books did not defer. All readers were equal and this took her back to the beginning of her life. As a girl, one of her greatest thrills had been on VE night when she and her sister had slipped out of the gates and mingled unrecognised with the crowds. There was something of that, she felt, to reading. It was anonymous; it was shared; it was common. And she who had led a life apart now found that she craved it. Here in these pages and between these covers she could go unrecognised.

The appeal of reading, she thought, lay in its indifference; there was something undeferring about literature. Books did not care who was reading them or whether one read them or not. All readers are equal, herself included. Literature, she thought, is a commonwealth; letters a republic. . . [reading] was anonymous; it was shared; it was common. Here in these pages and between these covers she could go unrecognised. (from The Uncommon Reader, pg 30-31)

Without my face, nobody knows. Nobody knows who I am.

I belong to Bridegrooms Anonymous. Whenever I feel like getting married, they send over a lady in a housecoat and hair curlers to burn my toast for me.

We wake from our doings in a deep sweat for that they happened in a house without an address, in a street in no town, citizened with people with no names with which to deny them. Their very lack of identity makes them ourselves. For by a street number, by a house, by a name, we cease to accuse ourselves. Sleep demands of us a guilty immunity. There is not one of us who, given an eternal incognito, a thumbprint nowhere set against our souls, would not commit rape, murder and all abominations.

I like seeing people when they can't see me.

A celebrity is a person who works hard all of their life to become well known, and then wears dark glasses to avoid being recognized.

He realized that all his life he had been a nobody to everyone. What he now felt was the fear of his own oblivion. It was as though he did not exist.

For me, getting comfortable with being famous was hard - that whole side of it, the loss of anonymity, the loss of privacy. Giving up that part of your life and not having control of it.

She liked to imagine that when she passed the world looked after her, but she also knew how anonymous she was.

I don't know why people are so keen to put the details of their private life in public; they forget that invisibility is a superpower.

I think that sense of always traveling has something to do with anonymity and privacy and pleasure in having a very clear, very reductive life.

I KNOW WHO YOU ARE AND IT DOES ME NO GOOD AT ALL

Funny how when you're married all you want is to be anonymous to each other again, but when you're anonymous all you want is to be married and reading together in bed.

Funny how when you're married all you want is to be anonymous to each other again, but when you're anonymous all you want is to be married and reading together in bed.

Exploitation was not personal any more, but it had become anonymous, as it were. It was the law of the market that condemned a man to work for starvation wages, rather than the intention or greed of any one individual. Nobody was responsible or guilty, nobody could change conditions either. One was dealing with the iron laws of society, or so it seemed.

Niemand kennt mich hier, dachte sie. Und niemand weiß, dass ich hier bin! Sie empfand diese Anonymität wie ein sonderbares, stürmisches Glück, das Glück, einem Glück entkommenzu sein, auf kurze Zeit oder für immer.

Leur existence est anonyme et sans culpabilité; si j'en savais davantage sur leur compte, c'est-à-dire comment ils s'appellent, comment ils vivent, ce qu'ils attendent, ce qui les oppresse, mon émotion aurait un but concret et pourrait devenir de la compassion. Mais je n'éprouve ici, derrière eux, que la douleur de la créature, l'épouvantable mélancolie de l'existence et l'absence de pitié qui caractérisent les hommes.