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I am a frighteningly thorough person.
I am very suspicious of people.
My mother always found me out. Always. She's been dead for thirty-five years, but I have this feeling that even now she's watching.
Women are sneaky.
Strict parents create sneaky kids.
It was said of me recently that I suffered from an Obsessional Privacy. I can only suppose it must be true.
Someone who conceals his curiosity, is overwhelmed with information.
While I find that I can keep my nose out of other people's business, I do have a curiosity as to their non-business activities.
Unobtrusive. In no one's way.
People in England are so bloody nosy.
She had personal details about my relationships that only my close friends should have known. "So you've got a stalker," I said to my reflection in the rearview mirror. "And she eats people. Great.
It is something I recognise in myself. I do eavesdrop. I do people-watch, a lot.
I'm always suspicious of disinterested interest.
Who who whose smell in the air of her room, whose fingerprints all over her friends' secret places.
I don't like people who hide things.
I'm just someone who observes a lot.
I'm someone who sits at a computer eight hours a day, and I look in that pinhole camera at the top of my screen and think, 'Someone could be watching me.'
It's creepy, knowing someone might be watching me. Why do they need that?
Shun an inquisitive man, he is invariably a tell-tale.
I think I'm very curious about other people. I like to sit and eavesdrop, you know.
Lee has surveillance on Fortnum's, cameras and bugs, twenty-four seven. He put it in when I was going through my drama and never took it out. The boys at the office watch for security purposes and ... um, for kicks." I stared at her.
"You're joking," I breathed.
You're being watched too, remember?"
"I wasn't aware - "
"That some of the screens you're looking at are looking at you?"
"Yes."
"Well, they are.
It was through eavesdropping that I learned that you could buy fresh peanut butter at Whole Foods from a machine that grinds it in front of you. I had wasted so much of my life eating stupid old, already-ground peanut butter. So, yeah, I highly recommend a little nosiness once in a while.
Bishop's brows went up. "Okay, fine. Yes, I followed you here. Better?"
"Yes. Stalkery, but better."
"I'm not stalking you."
"Spoken like a true stalker."
Bishop and Samantha, page 79
Having someone wonder where you are when you don't come home at night is a very old human need.
I'm always looking, and I'm always asking questions.
The curious are always in some danger. If you are curious you might never come home.
I like to inquire into everything. Hercule Poirot is a good dog. The good dog follows the scent, and if, regrettably, there is no scent to follow, he noses around - seeking always something that is not very nice.
Oooh, sneaky, I thought. Must be how normal mothers operate instead of yelling.
I think the very word stalking implies that you're not supposed to like it. Otherwise, it would be called 'fluffy harmless observation time'.
But there's something about sitting at someone else's desk that makes you feel like looking in the drawers. I resisted the impulse briefly. Then I decided what the hell. I was a private investigator. Poking my nose in where it didn't belong came with the territory.
Paranoid Android,
In such a case secrecy must be absolute to be effective, and although mere vague curiosity induced many persons of my intimate acquaintance to ask to be allowed to just go in and have a peep, I never admitted anyone.
Crime fiction is a way of satisfying that nosy need to know.
I'm not a secretive guy. I'm talkative.
Everybody spies on everybody, I mean, that's just a fact.
I'm very protective of how much I let people see.
Are you asking if I ever spied on you while you were taking a shower?
Anybody who informs on other people is doing something disturbing and even disgusting.
It wasn't enough to pass him as we were heading to your house or cutting over to the library. Soon you had to have sightings in the halls too. Then sightings turned to spying, and spying to stalking. You could tell me how many pairs of jeans he owned before you officially knew his name.
Whenever I would get too nosy as a child, my grandmother would say, When you learn someone else's secret, your own secrets aren't safe. Dig up one, release them all.
She was like a permanent invasion of one's privacy.
Lechery is secretive, but must finally reveal itself to at least one.
The inevitable lorgnette, the enemy to other people's privacy.
I watch people constantly.
Such extreme and perpetual cautiousness of word and manner, such a dread of giving a distinct idea about any body, is apt to suggest suspicions of there being something to conceal.
I've been stalked.
I am a very thorough person.
Some stalkers are quite benign, but finding someone in your garden at three o'clock in the morning with a meat cleaver and a hard-on can't be much fun.
Modern life is one sweeping, cradle-to-grave invasion of privacy. An encroachment on our ever-narrowing space. Our footprints in the sand are a billion bytes on a thousand hard drives. Fodder for the snoop and the historian alike.
I'm an old-fashioned person, and I don't like informers.
window, staring at
My privacy concerns have to do with the world, other people, technology intruding upon us - what Talmudic scholars once called 'the unwanted gaze.' Here I see major issues and concerns as society evolves, and I've written often on the subject.
She'd been pounding her location and thoughts into a device that would send those things to virtually any human with Internet access and yet looking over her shoulder had been a violation of privacy.
feel you're asking him incriminating
Radio listeners are voyeurs: lurking, invisible, eavesdropping.
There is a very fine line between listening and stalking.
I think like a detective.
Curiosity is lying in wait for every secret.
Man is incurably curious.
Anyone who has ever scanned the bookshelves of a new girlfriend or boyfriend- or peeked inside his or her medicine cabinet- understands this implicitly; you can learn as much - or more - from one glance at a private space as you can from hours of exposure to a public face.
What makes you think they're spying on you?" "Voco. An aut where a fraa or suur is called out from the math - Evoked - and goes to do something praxic for the Panjandrums. We never see them again.
The whole watching me from
afar thing is kind of creepy, you know. I get that you don't trust me, but stalking is only cool when
Edward Cullen does it.
I have a few unusual fans, as you can imagine, so I try to protect the privacy of my home life.
There is something addictive about secrets.
So you've taken to spying on her. It must be love.
And so it is inevitable that the day has come when we write about privacy with such nostalgia, analysing it as we would some unearthed fossil of a creature our human eyes had never fallen on.
Curiosity being one of the forms of self-revelation, a systematically incurious person remains always partly mysterious.
He's always looking out windows,
contemplating something.
Friends don't spy; true friendship is about privacy, too.
Finding out what people don't want you to know may be the scariest, most addictive thing of all.
People are secretive when they have secrets.
I really fight for my privacy.
I just love my privacy.
There must be a lot of people in the world being wondered about by people who don't see them any more.
I cherish my privacy, and woe betide anyone who tries to interfere with that.
Oh how our neighbour lifts his nose,
To tell what every schoolboy knows.
You are being watched.
You were spying on us?"
"It was kind of hard not to. You were right there by the workshop with Will. it looked like he was practically squishing you to death."
"He wasn't," Ronnie assured him.
"I'm just saying how it looked."
She smiled. You'll understand when you're a little older.
I'm a real voyeur.
peering up at me like he wanted to know all my secrets, or at least borrow them.
Prying into others' private affairs is the preferred occupation of small minds.
I have a real problem when people say, "Well I walked by and you should have seen what was on the computer screen." Well, don't look, sweetie. It's none of your business. Avert your eyes.
I'm not a spy, which is the real question
I'm incredibly anal about everything that I do.
Fate. I bloody hate Fate. He's such a nosey bastard.
One of the oldest human needs is having someone to wonder where you are when you don't come home at night.
I just feel like there's this illicit thrill in reading other people's mail and spying on their lives.
As Richard has pointed out on several occasions, I subscribe to the irregular verb theory of life: I am a trained investigator, you have a healthy curiosity, she/he is a nosy parker.
The more personal, revealing and sniveling, the more interesting...I wanna feel like I'm snooping, peeking thru the keyhole into somebody's, anybody's, private hell...no detail is too petty if it's honest...
Are snoopers snooping on their own pain? Probably.
i am
always
stalking you, my dear.
with my thoughts
my words.
my breath.
Private and primitive and a bit on the funky and frightening
An unguarded gaze can spill a thousand secrets.
Stalky,' in their school vocabulary, meant clever, well-considered and wily, as applied to plans of action; and 'stalkiness' was the one virtue Corkran toiled after.
Sneakiness was a form of privacy and privacy here was the first loss.
He's watching me watching you watching him watching me watching him watching.
Voyeurs have an open window on the world.
I am the kind of person who has many secrets.
Privacy is not for the passive.