Superman: I heard your telepathic shout before, but my mind is protected from anything deeper by a series of psychic blocks.
Manchester Black: Best I've seen, too.
Manchester Black: Best I've seen, too.
Angel: You can't get into my mind.
Buffy: How did you... Why not?
Angel: It's like the mirror. The thoughts are there, but they cast no reflection in you.
Buffy: How did you... Why not?
Angel: It's like the mirror. The thoughts are there, but they cast no reflection in you.
—Buffy the Vampire Slayer, "Earshot"
"I am afraid that the contents of my mind are classified, sirs."
—Agent Superball, Sam & Max: The Devil's Playhouse
[...]Jarad felt something like a tingling in his scalp. No matter how many times he tried, Dr. Otrovac always made a bold attempt to read the guildmaster's mind, every time the two met. It didn't work now, hadn't worked before, and wouldn't work in the future.
"Please don't be tiresome, Doctor. You know you can't get in there," Jarad said, tapping his forehead. "Guildmaster's privilege."
"Please don't be tiresome, Doctor. You know you can't get in there," Jarad said, tapping his forehead. "Guildmaster's privilege."
—Ravnica Cycle: Dissension
