Quotes About Apathy

Haven't I proved to you yet that I don't give a damn about your missing parts?

I could announce one morning that the world was going to blow up in three hours and people would be calling in about my hair!

It's not like I have campaigns, I don't want to be an activist or anything.

I scored a 910 on my SAT. I didn't care about education. I don't know what I cared about.

People still make all sorts of assumptions about me. I've just gone past the point of caring.

Once I started getting more successful, I just stopped caring completely - 'I'll just do exactly what I want. It doesn't matter.'

What do I care about the purring of one who cannot love, like the cat?

I've never been in charge. I'm just a lazy bastard.

I could care less about the pop charts.

Honestly, I don't really care what people say on Twitter or what they say if they are cheering for me or not cheering for me.

Government is at its worst when you have apathy from its citizens.

Two things are certain: 1) people no longer care what happens to other people, and 2) nothing makes any real difference any longer.

Neither of the two people in the room paid any attention to the way I came in, although only one of them was dead.

You were dead, you were sleeping the big sleep, you were not bothered by things like that, oil and water were the same as wind and air to you. You just slept the big sleep, not caring about the nastiness of how you died or where you fell. Me, I was part of the nastiness now. Far more a part of it than Rusty Regan was.

What did it matter where you lay once you were dead? In a dirty sump or in a marble tower on the top of a high hill? You were dead, you were sleeping the big sleep, you were not bothered by things like that. Oil and water were the same as wind and air to you. You just slept the big sleep, not caring about the nastiness of how you died or where you fell.

Go on home and knit socks, darling

What did it matter where you lay once you were dead? In a dirty sump or in a marble tower on top of a high hill? You were dead, you were sleeping the Big Sleep...

What did it matter where you lay once you were dead? In a dirty sump or in a marble tower on top of a high hill? You were dead, you were sleeping the big sleep, you were not bothered by things like that.

He leaned his back against the workbench and looked me over without haste, without interest, as if he was looking at a slab of cold meat. Perhaps he thought of people that way.

reacted to that just the way a stuffed fish reacts to cut bait.

I filled and lit my pipe and sat there smoking. Nobody came in, nobody called, nothing happened, nobody cared whether I died or went to El Paso.

What did it matter where you lay once you were dead? In a dirty sump or in a marble tower on top of a high hill? You were dead, you were sleeping the big sleep, you were not bothered by things like that. Oil and water were the same as wind and air to you. You just slept the big sleep, not caring about the nastiness of how you died or where you fell. Me

its light. I got into my car and drove off down the hill. What did it matter where you lay once you were dead? In a dirty sump or in a marble tower on top of a high hill? You were dead, you were sleeping the big sleep, you were not bothered by things like that. Oil and water were the same as wind and air to you. You just slept the big sleep, not caring about the nastiness of how you died or where you fell.

What did it matter where you lay once you were dead? In a dirty sump or in a marble tower on top of a high hill? You were dead, you were sleeping the big sleep, you were not bothered by things like that. Oil and water were the same as wind and air to you. You just slept the big sleep, not caring about the nastiness of how you died or where you fell.