Mark Haddon Quotes

The man who has ceased to fear has ceased to care.

I've reached the point where I hardly care whether I live or die. The world will keep on turning without me, and I can't do anything to change events anyway.

(Beth) "I don't care anymore." I turned my face up toward Heaven. "That's not my home anymore. You are.

It occurred to me that I was unhappy. And it didn’t feel so very terrible. No urgency, nothing. I could slip out of my life on a slow wave like this—it didn’t matter. I don’t have to be happy. All I have to do is hold on to something and wait.

The saddest people I've met in my life are the ones who don't care deeply about anything at all .

I'm not surprised by hardly anything anymore.

Despair is a narcotic. It lulls the mind into indifference.

I don't look forward to anything. I take things as they come.

How can you not care?" "Practice," Magnus said, looking back to his book and turning the page.

The further I get from the things that I care about, the less I care about how much further away I get.

If he acts, if he doesn't, it's meaningless. The whole thing goes forward. No one is important. No one at all.

I sighed. ‘It doesn’t matter what we do. Money comes and goes.’ I shook my head. ‘It doesn’t matter and you know it doesn’t.

Acting like you don’t care is a whole lot easier when you don’t care

Good God, what does it matter? If life is a tragedy, or a farce, or a disaster, or anything else, what do I care! Let life be what it likes. Give me a drink, that's what I want just now.

I care so much about everything that I care about nothing.

It's difficult for me to be around anyone for longer than an hour. Love, death, elation, sorrow, I just don't care all that much about any of it. I am at this point, more of an observer/journalist.

For one who is indifferent, life itself is a prison. Any sense of community is external or, even worse, nonexistent. Thus, indifference means solitude. Those who are indifferent do not see others. They feel nothing for others and are unconcerned with what might happen to them. They are surrounded by a great emptiness. Filled by it, in fact. They are devoid of all hope as well as imagination. In other words, devoid of any future.

I wonder if I shall ever see her again, and I realize that I scarcely care. I can feel the sheets beneath me, and the cold air on my chest. I feel fine. I feel absolutely fine. I feel nothing at all.

I don’t care about anyone, and the feeling is quite obviously mutual.

The ultimate crime is not to care.

Of course you always had that detached quality as if you were playing a game without much concern over whether you won or lost, and now that you've lost the game, not lost but just quit playing, you have that rare sort of charm that usually only happens in very old or hopelessly sick people, the charm of the defeated.

I don't want to care. If I care about things, it'll just be worse, it'll just be another thing to worry about. It's less painful if I don't care.

That's the thing: We didn't really care. A world without love is also a world without stakes.

Some people can very easily switch off and be guilt free, not that what I'm doing is about guilt, but they can completely disconnect and not care because it doesn't affect them. I've always really cared about what happens and felt a certain responsibility.