Amanda Hocking Quotes

Stopping at her house is a neighbor boy with evil on his mind, cause he's been peeking in Angie's room at night through her window blind.

It's creepy, knowing someone might be watching me. Why do they need that?

In L.A. you hear all these stories of people being filmed in their own homes through their windows. I think that is so scary.

Sometimes I think nobody is looking - and then there's still a picture being taken. There are just some complete idiots who follow us everywhere.

I don't think there's anything to be desired in a bunch of people chasing you around, trying to get a piece of your clothing.

There's no reason for anybody to jump out of bushes to take pictures of me. I'm not doing anything exciting.

I got live tweeted once by someone who was opposite my home in some rented accommodation. He was actually describing on twitter what I was doing. 'I took a shirt off, I went to the window, I put a shirt back on... ' And I've got blinds in my flat!

I'm a real voyeur.

A lot of paparazzi wanted to be real photographers but they failed, and they did that instead, and it's not right; it's stalking.

People tracking your life and photographing you anywhere you go, that can make you crazy.

If people want to invade your privacy, they want to invade your privacy. I find it chilling, and I find it awful, and it makes me really nervous. It hasn't happened to me much, but when you have a taste of it, it's bitter.

Keyholes are the occasions of more sin and wickedness, than all other holes in this world put together.

I realize at one point, that I was being followed, and then I began to see the surveillance that was going past the road on my house. And so, these cars began to surveil me. People began to follow me around, and it did, it was very disrupting to think that your privacy was being violated, and for no reason that I could come up with.

When I went to prom, I was in a group picture, and a parent zoomed in and took the picture of only me. I was weirded out, and later he was like, 'Sorry, I was sending that to my sister.'

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

I'm a little bit wary of people. It freaked me out when a fan connected with me on social media, then had plastic surgery to look like me, dyed his hair the same colour, and got a pug dog like mine. He was also a hacker, so I had to change all my passwords.

I've had fans break into my hotel rooms.

I was getting dressed and a peeping tom looked in the window, took a look and pulled down the shade.

Tourists came around and looked into our tipis. That those were the homes we choose to live in didn't bother them at all. The untied the door, opened the flap, and barged right in, touching our things, poking through our bedrolls, inspecting everything. It boggles my mind that tourists feel they have the god-given right to intrude everywhere.

You're a stalker with hooves." "I am not! I followed her to the Big House and hid in a bush and watched the whole thing.

Vee said," I'm trying to read the title he's holding…hang on…How to Be a Stalker." "He is not checking out a book with that title." But I wasn't so sure. "It's either that of How to Radiate Sexy Without Trying.

You climbed into my window in the middle of the night. So, either you're some kind of Vampire or some kind of Perv. Which is it?

Everybody knows that only creeps put cameras in the bathroom.

You know,' I whispered, 'some girls might think it's creepy having a boy watch them sleep.' He smirked and pointed to himself. 'Spy.' 'Oh.' I nodded. 'Right. So you're a trained Peeping Tom.' 'Product of the best peeping academies in the country.' 'Well, now I feel much better.' 'You should.

I’d rather have the thieves than the neighbors - the thieves don't impose. Thieves just want your things, neighbors want your time.