Larry David Quotes

He’s always asking: ‘Is that new? I haven’t seen that before.’ It’s like, Why don’t you mind your own business? Solve world hunger. Get out of my closet.

It's horrible dating with Mama Mai! She is nosy. When I was a kid she would be the first one eavesdropping on my phone calls: 'Hello? Who you call for? Huh?'

I mind my own business. Too much of attention becomes intrusive at times.

I don't like people cleaning my room.

I don't like having my space invaded.

I've had fans come and knock on my door. I'm usually polite, but I'm usually very direct and say, 'It's not cool that you come here uninvited.'

One guy wanted an outline of my foot. Another guy wanted locks of my hair.

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.

There are inquiries which are a sort of moral burglary.

Sometimes, you've got to be in a place. You're just another guy. You can just blend in. I live out in the wilds of nowhere, out in Jersey. Even there, there's sometimes problems. College students like journey out there and show up at 11 o'clock at night, on my porch, looking into the door not saying anything. My wife and I are sitting there; it's really creepy.

It's so much unwanted interest in your privacy that you don't want to invite anymore.

Censor: A self-appointed snoophound who sticks his nose in other people's business.

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

I want to make it a little inconvenient for everybody to get to me.

The indiscreet questioner - and by indiscreet questions I mean questions which it is not conceivably a man's duty either to the community or to any individual to answer - is a marauder, and there is every excuse for treating him as such.

God preserve us! If men knew what is done in secret, no one would be free from the interference of others.

You is getting nosier than a parker.

You don't want anybody walking into your house and taking a Gatorade out of your refrigerator, you've got to get in there and protect it.

People in England are so bloody nosy.

I can't go anywhere without being bugged by somebody. I'd love to just hike out down the street, or drop in a restaurant, or wander in the park, or take my kids somewhere without collecting a trail of people. But I can't.

We should have the right to have someone leave when we want, to only allow those in who we want in. But the truth is, people can force their way into your life whenever they choose. If they want to remind you forevermore that they exist, they will. They can reappear in a card or call or a "chance" meeting, they can remember your birthday or the day you met with some innocuous small note. No matter how little they matter in your new life, they can insist on being seen and recognized and remembered.

There are different levels of fame. There are the polite fans who quietly and respectfully approach you and ask for an autograph - and that's acceptable. But the next level... when you think you're having a moment of privacy and there's someone with a long lens catching you when you're about to eat, or sunbathe, or worse... it's just so intrusive and I think it's part of the sickness of our culture.

You shall not come nearer a man by getting into his house.

You have to realise that touching is a real violation of personal space.

He was one of those guys who'd pronounce I'm a hugger as he came at you, neglecting to ask if the feeling was mutual.