Nobody can be as agreeable as an uninvited guest.
When a crowd rushes into your house without declaring its intention, it is, by definition, an invasion.
I told my mother-in-law that my house was her house, and she said, 'Get the hell off my property.'
Advice is priceless: when it becomes interference it is preposterous.
His claim to his home is deep, but there are too many ghosts. He must absorb without being absorbed.
I don't like hawking 'round other people's memories. That wasn't part of the deal when I was born.
Woke up last night half past four, fifty women knocking on my door.
I was at a banquet, and I went into the ladies' room, and I'm in the stall doing my business, and a piece of paper and pen came from outside the door, and she says, 'Ms. Wagner, would you please sign this for me?' And I said, 'Are you kidding me?'
The airport paparazzi kind of wigs me out a little bit.
Misfortune is never invited. And it comes and sits at the table without permission and it eats, leaving nothing but bones.
When I got married, the Sun ran the headline: 'Here comes the bride, all fat and wide.' Luckily, it was a few days after the wedding - but it was still hideous to read at a great romantic moment.
There's no reason for anybody to jump out of bushes to take pictures of me. I'm not doing anything exciting.
You are a pest, by the very nature of that camera in your hand.
Gossips are fine if they are within limits. But they shouldn't be obnoxious.
But, you know, it's still a drag to get your picture taken when you're eating a sandwich. It's a downer.
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.
I've been trying to cram myself down the throats of America for a longer time than I care to remember.
I hoped our lives would continue this way forever, but inevitably the past came knocking. Not the good kind that was collectible but the bad kind that had arthritis.
It is troublesome sometimes when people get up in your face in public, you know? And say, 'How could you, how dare you?' Well, they don't know me.
What comes into the world to disturb nothing merits neither attention nor patience
How strange that nature does not knock, and yet does not intrude!
I am just a thorn in everybody's side.
What was a problem was the excessive amount of media attention to the appointment of the first woman and everything she did. Everywhere that Sandra went, the press was sure to go. And that got tiresome; it was stressful.
A completely disrespectful photographer was asked to stop taking photographs, and then said, 'I've got what I want. What are you going to do about it?' How would you feel if somebody walked up and started taking your photograph? I don't think you'd be very happy.
abroad it is our habit to regard all other travelers in the light of personal and unpardonable grievances. They are intruders into our chosen realms of pleasure, they jar upon our sensibilities, they lessen our meager share of comforts, they are everywhere in our way, they are always an unnecessary feature in the landscape.
