My soul desires a pre-industrial world, and since I can't have that, I don't really care for anything material.
It is important for me that a certain depth and variety of both exist next to each other. I am very careful not to sacrifice the one for the other.
I used to be frustrated about being called bohemian, but I don't really care now. If that's what you are, you should celebrate it.
The human mind, I believe, cares for the True only in the general character of an epoch.
I believe you mother everybody, not in a cloying, hovering way, but taking care of what is around you.
I watch everybody every night, from sitting down to being on their feet at the end, and I feel a sense of reinvention, of caring, presenting these songs in their purest form.
I don't really care what the man on the street thinks. I never did anything to please him in the first place, and I'm not going to start now.
I'm fully aware that some of the stuff I write is going to offend people or p*ss them off. They should be fully aware that I don't really care.
When I was about 10 I ran away to see my father. He couldn't have cared less. He just took me back as soon as he could.
I've got asthma. When I was 17 I forgot to take my medication and was taken to a hospital for almost two weeks. After that I've taken better care of my illness.
I don't care about image and all that nonsense. I'm in sweat pants every day. I don't play the game at all.
Because I have work to care about, it is possible that I may be less difficult to get along with than other women when the double chins start to form.
the war taught me that nothing counts as much as loyalty" "Bullshit. you still haven't learned that when humans are under pressure, we're all willing to lie" "even to the people we care?" "we lie more to our loved ones, because we care about them so ...
ALL THINGS THAT ARE, ARE OURS. BUT WE MUST CARE. FOR IF WE DO NOT CARE, WE DO NOT EXIST. IF WE DO NOT EXIST, THEN THERE IS NOTHING BUT BLIND OBLIVION. AND EVEN OBLIVION MUST END SOMEDAY. LORD, WILL YOU GRANT ME JUST A LITTLE TIME? FOR THE PROPER BALA...
How marvellously lie our anxieties, in filmy layers, one over the other! Take away that which has lain on the upper surface for so long—the care of cares—the only one, as it seemed to you, between your soul and the radiance of Heaven—and straig...
I am an ambitious person, but I am not ambitious in the sense that I want jobs only for the sake of them... I am here to do things I think are worthwhile. I am always careful that the political positions I take are consistent with good policy. I woul...
I admire fashion and I respect it greatly, but I don't necessarily follow trends. I never really have. I just wear what I like to wear. I really like colors, and there are some things I wear and don't care what anybody says about it being in style or...
I told her that I didn't want to take any drugs. That I had come here not to take drugs. "Listen," she said, not unkindly, "up until now I would say that ninety-nine percent of all the narcotics you have taken in your life you bought from guys you di...
Remy shot to her feet, eyes blazing. Her hands were fisted at her sides. “Don’t be stupid, Creed.” “What did you say?” I asked slowly. “Don’t. Be. Stupid.” I opened my mouth, closed it. “Why do you even care?” I finally asked. Rem...
I knew from the age of five what I wanted to do. The one thing I could do was draw. I couldn't draw that much better than some of the other kids, but I cared more and I wanted it badly.
When I go to galleries in New York, I feel like I'm in school. I know that there's good contemporary conceptual art, but I have a really hard time caring about it. I'd rather look at images of people and things I can relate to. Then again, I didn't g...
