Beverley Mitchell Quotes

If he wants to blow his head off, let him. I don't give a damn about Jim Bakker.

It is quite amazing what I didn't feel after a while. I didn't really want to feel things.

Being in love was like China: you knew it was there, and no doubt it was very interesting, and some people went there, but I never would. I'd spend all my life without ever going to China, but it wouldn't matter, because there was all the rest of the world to visit.

I can't get mad about peoples' opinions, I always say that. That's their opinion. They got every right to say or think whatever they want to say and think. And whatever they say and think don't affect my life.

Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn.

My girlfriend said, Emo, I'm seeing another man. I said, Well, try rubbing your eyes or something.

There are problems in these times, but none of them are mineI'm beginning to see the light

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.

Excuse me, guess I've mistaken you for somebody else, somebody who gave a damn, somebody more like myself.

I'm single and loving it. It is always weird talking about that stuff. When someone is talking about who they are going out with, I am always like, who cares? Talk about your music or something.

..he may love you, he may miss you, but ultimately he's just not that into you.

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

It has been strange to me to return to life and to feel that I have any sympathy with human beings, after the long interval of quiet and indifference which succeeded my marriage.

You ever get a postcard, you get so excited you don't even read it! "Hey I got a - who cares."

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.

It is stupid to grieve for the loss of a girl friend: you might never have met her, so you can do without her.

I can’t seem to make myself care about anything to the right or left of the present.

I think we've unplugged and become very apathetic to a lot of things that are happening. There's so much going on and we're sort of disconnected.

Sometimes I didn't even feel like getting out of bed. I took to wearing my days-of-the-week panties out of order. It could be Monday and I'd have on underwear saying Thursday. I just didn't care.

If you’re 35 and single and it’s a choice, it feels fine. So I didn’t settle with the wrong person yet. Big deal!

I have been misunderstood perhaps more than anyone else ever, but it has not affected me, for the simple reason that there is no desire to be understood. It is their problem if they don't understand, it is not my problem. If they misunderstand, it is their problem and their misery. I am not going to waste my sleep because millions of people are misunderstanding me.

Who knows, perhaps he doesn't care about me at all and look at the others in just the same way.

How nice -- to feel nothing, and still get full credit for being alive.

It doesn't matter to me where Barack Obama goes. If he wants to go to Hawaii because it's his home state, fine! Hunky-dory. Plastic banana, good-time rock 'n' roller dittos.

I cannot hate them because nothing binds me to them; I have nothing in common with them.