I've always been very zealous about not invading other people's private spaces.
Isn't privacy about keeping taboos in their place?
May we agree that private life is irrelevant? Multiple, mixed, ambiguous at best — out of it we try to fashion the crystal clear, the singular, the absolute, and that is what is relevant; that is what matters.
Privacy is not something that I'm merely entitled to, it's an absolute prerequisite.
There is no private life which has not been determined by a wider public life.
Today, the degradation of the inner life is symbolized by the fact that the only place sacred from interruption is the private toilet.
Who could deny that privacy is a jewel? It has always been the mark of privilege, the distinguishing feature of a truly urbane culture. Out of the cave, the tribal teepee, the pueblo, the community fortress, man emerged to build himself a house of his own with a shelter in it for himself and his diversions. Every age has seen it so. The poor might have to huddle together in cities for need's sake, and the frontiersman cling to his neighbors for the sake of protection. But in each civilization, as it advanced, those who could afford it chose the luxury of a withdrawing-place.