I honestly don't care about individual awards or statistics.

I don't think you can be a designer if you don't care.

Loser lit antiheroes aren't well intentioned or earnest; they don't care whether you like them or not. They're self-mocking, ironic and inventive; they narrate their downfalls with manic wordplay, rampant metaphors, wisecracks, and escalating flights of spleen-fueled lyricism.

I don't care about age very much.

We all need to focus on our writing. Because the millions of readers out there don't care about your blog.

I don't care about who is close to whom and who chills with whom when it suits them. I don't have time for all that.

I don't care what a lot of anonymous strangers think about restaurants.

Don't let anyone tell you no - don't care about what anyone else thinks.

Friends don't care about issues like dwarf tossing.

I don't like to lose. I don't care where it is.

The best is that one that beats everybody. I don't care about the rankings.

Call it a case of observer bias on my part, but Humanist Paganism seems to be an emerging option for those who want to be part of the Pagan community, but who want to be a little more intellectual about their practices, and they really don't care about the 'woo' anymore.

I don't care who you are, you can't let anyone intimidate you or you are as good as through.

I don't care what people think anymore. I don't think I've got anything to prove.

Zombies are my ticket to ride! It's how I get a deal! I don't care what they are. I don't care where they came from.

I been asked about my legacy and I really don't care much about the legacy.

I spent two years in Palo Alto - what an awful, suffocating place for those of us who don't care about yoga, yogurts and start-ups - and now I have moved to Cambridge, MA - which, in many respects, is like Palo Alto but a bit snarkier.

I don't care about losses anymore.

I don't care about labels or anything.

I'll sit on the floor and cry if I'm having a meltdown. I don't care.