Quotes About Apathy

I don't want to save the World, I don't even want to save me. We're so boring that we don't event want to save ourselves…There's nothing left to say, we're so fucking boring. Let it die I say. Let there be a new beginning…It's awful. Goodnight!

When I die they can take my work and wipe a cat's ass with it. It will be of no earthly use to me.

When the agony of all the people is heard, nothing will be done.

It took a lot to excite me. I didn't care. I didn't like New York. I didn't like Hollywood. I didn't like rock music. I didn't like anything. Maybe I was afraid. That was it— I was afraid. I wanted to sit alone in a room with the shades down. I feasted upon that. I was a crank I was a lunatic.

Nothing does anything for me anymore.

Boredom is the domain of the dullard.

By all accounts this evening promised to be yet another in the long progression of dog days that oozed like a piece of soft, runny brie with a hunk of moldy French bread and washed down with a mug of room-temperature Clamato.

Fascism is aided and advanced by the apathy of those who are tired of being conned and lied to by a bankrupt liberal establishment, whose only reason to vote for a politician or support a political party is to elect the least worst. This, for many voters, is the best Clinton can offer.

I've missed proms and things like that, but I didn't really care much about that.

I don't really have any opinion about my performance in 'Big Momma's House.'

those who are politically apathetic can only survive if they are supported by people who are capable of taking action.

You know people like this, right? People who are incapable of enjoying anything.

The town could not talk, and would not listen. How'd you like to hear about the war? he might have asked, but the place could only blink and shrug. It had no memory, therefore no guilt. The taxes got paid and the votes got counted and the agencies of government did their work briskly and politely. It was a brisk, polite town. It did not know shit about shit, and did not care to know.

It was boredom with a twist, the kind of boredom that caused stomach disorders." (p 34 "Spin")

People are always shouting that they want to create a better future. It's not true. The future is an apathetic void of no interest to anyone . . . . The only reason people want to be masters of the future is to change the past. They are fighting for access to the laboratories where photographs are retouched and biographies and histories rewritten." —Milan Kundera (1929–), author

It seems no body's business to try to better things

These days he was like a zombie, all grim business, just another jerk with an erection.

He's never known anything like it! But then, he has never known anything to write home about, so this is nothing to write home about.

I've always been given credit for my unconcern.

She was the third beer. Not the first one, which the throat receives with almost tearful gratitude; nor the second, that confirms and extends the pleasure of the first. But the third, the one you drink because it's there, because it can't hurt, and because what difference does it make?

Suspended between the nastiness of life and the meanness of the dead, she couldn't get interested in leaving life or living it.

Somewhere between retina and object, between vision and view, his eyes draw back, hesitate, and hover. At some fixed point in time and space he senses that he need not waste the effort of a glance. He does not see her, because for him there is nothing to see.

Boredom, which had begun as a mild infection, now took him over completely.

There is a widespread sense that since 'they' will do what they want in any case—while feathering their own nests—why should 'we' waste time trying to influence the outcome of their actions.