{"quotes":[{"text":"What is the purpose of a city if not to grant the greatest of gifts, anonymity?","author":"Rabih Alameddine","tags":["anonymity","city"],"id":6613,"author_id":"Rabih+Alameddine"},{"text":"Blessed is the nightbird that sings for joy and not to be heard.","author":"Marty Rubin","tags":["anonymity","being","joy","singing"],"id":8969,"author_id":"Marty+Rubin"},{"text":"I was trying to make the web more civil. I was trying to make it more elegant. I got rid of anonymity. I combined a thousand disparate elements into one unified system. But I didn’t picture a world where Circle membership was mandatory, where all government and all life was channeled through one network.","author":"Dave Eggers","tags":["anonymity","civil","elegant","government","social-media","the-circle","web","world"],"id":30724,"author_id":"Dave+Eggers"},{"text":"This was his first trip on the Ossifar Distana, his first real splash in life. Look what it got him. Mister Smiff liked anonymity. He kept a low profile, often traveling under assumed names, claiming to be anything from a banker to a (very) successful life insurance salesman. He’d never broken the law, at least not irreparably. He was quite generous, well liked, sponsoring many charities anonymously – which is why it was so surprising to find him floating face down in the private spa in his apartment, murdered. He had been murdered, unless it was a freak shaving accident. Those old razors weren’t called cut-throats for nothing. Yikes.","author":"Christina Engela","tags":["accident","anonymity","anonymously","apartment","charities","claiming","distana","for","freak","generous","he-d","him","in","irreparably","it","law","life","liked","look","murdered","names","never","not","nothing","often","old","ossifar","profile","razors","salesman","so","successful","surprising","the","this","to","traveling","unless","very","well","what","yikes"],"id":40758,"author_id":"Christina+Engela"},{"text":"At the top of the slope on the perimeter of the site, overlooking six lanes of motorway, is a diner frequented by lorry drivers who have either just unloaded or or are waiting to pick up their cargo. Anyone nursing a disappointment with domestic life would find relief in this tiled, brightly lit cafeteria with its smells of fries and petrol, for it has the reassuring feel of a place where everyone is just passing through--and which therefore has none of the close-knit or convivial atmosphere which could cast a humiliating light on one's own alienation. It suggests itself as an ideal location for Christmas lunch for those let down by their families.","author":"Alain de Botton","tags":["alienation","anonymity","cafeteria","diner","disappointment","motorways","travel"],"id":45705,"author_id":"Alain+de+Botton"},{"text":"Who are you?'No one of consequence.'I must know.'Get used to disappointment.","author":"William Goldman","tags":["anonymity","consequence","identity","importance","inquisitiveness"],"id":63784,"author_id":"William+Goldman"},{"text":"Modernism isn't a design ethos any more, it's an economy of scale, and a marketing tool to sell the ordinary as something special, the sexless as erotic. A technological device without a specific, personalized identity has a subtext: it asserts the value of instrumentality. Its design is a reflection of its role... The anonymity of these objects is part of what they are: interchangeable commodities whose uniqueness in so far as they possess any is created by what is done with them. Function is an identity. And that identity is something we are encouraged to incorporate into our perception of self, that anonymity is proposed as something to emulate. Whimsy and uniqueness are indulgences.","author":"Nick Harkaway","tags":["anonymity","design","life","personality","personalization","technology","uniqueness"],"id":65806,"author_id":"Nick+Harkaway"},{"text":"We don’t necessarily need to know each other’s name, age, profession, drug of choice, childhood trauma or recent tragedy to understand what pain feels like and offer comfort. We are strangers drawn together by a shared desire for lasting peace.","author":"Marta Mrotek","tags":["anonymity","comfort","community","finding-peace","inspiration","peace","recovery","understanding"],"id":114195,"author_id":"Marta+Mrotek"},{"text":"I love New York. You can pop out of the Underworld in Central Park, hail a taxi, head down Fifth Avenue with a giant hellhound loping behind you, and nobody even looks at you funny.","author":"Rick Riordan","tags":["anonymity","blasé","new-york-city","nonchalance"],"id":114733,"author_id":"Rick+Riordan"},{"text":"As an editor, you develop a B.S. Meter—an internal warning system that signals caution about journalism that doesn't feel trustworthy. Sometimes it's a quote or incident that's too perfect —a feeling I always had when reading stories by Stephen Glass in the New Republic. Sometimes it's too many errors of fact, the overuse of anonymous sources, or signs that a reporter hasn't dealt fairly with people or evidence. And sometimes it's a combination of flaws that produces a ring of falsity, the whiff of a bad egg. There's no journalist who sets off my bullshit alarm like Ron Suskind.","author":"Jacob Weisberg","tags":["anonymity","bullshit","editing","fact-checking","fairness","journalism","new-republic","objectivity","ron-suskind","stephen-glass"],"id":120493,"author_id":"Jacob+Weisberg"}],"pagination":{"page":1,"page_size":10,"total":34,"pages":4,"next":"?page=2\u0026page_size=10"}}