Steve Lonegan Quotes

Cynicism is just an excuse for not helping.

Selfish people, with no heart to speak of, have the best time of it.

I'd hate to see you get cancer, but that's your problem, not mine.

How many of us, myself included, have lost our bearings; we are no longer attentive to the world in which we live; we don’t care; we don’t protect what God created for everyone, and we end up unable even to care for one another.

Too unconcerned to love and too passionless to hate, too detached to be selfish and too lifeless to be unselfish, too indifferent to experience joy and too cold to express sorrow, they are neither dead nor alive; they merely exist.

How horrible it is to have so many people killed! And what a blessing that one cares for none of them!

Most of my songs are about insensitivity of some kind.

I don't like sympathetic characters.

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

Humankind seems to have an enormous capacity for savagery, for brutality, for lack of empathy, for lack of compassion.

Anyone who hates children and animals can't be all bad.

I have nothing against rich brothers and sisters. Pray for 'em every day. But callousness and indifference, greed and avarice is something that's shot through all of us.

I'm realizing that a lot of people don't really care what happens to other people as long as it doesn't affect them.

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

See, Cameron. The only things I care about in this life are me, you, Mum, Dad, Steve and Sarah. And maybe Miffy. The rest of the world means nothing to me. The rest of the world can rot.' Am I like that too?' You? No way.' There's a slight gap in his words. 'And that's your problem. You care about everything.' He's right. I do.

Somebody says, 'Well, I can't be concerned about other people. About the best I can do is to take care of myself' Well, then you will always be poor.

There are some tempers--how shall I describe them--formed either of such impenetrable matter, or wrought up by habitual selfishness to such an utter insensibility of what becomes of the fortunes of their fellow-creatures, as if they were not partakers of the same nature, or had no lot or connection at all with the species.

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.

When you stop caring about something, then other people have to decide whether or not they genuinely care about you, or not.

None are so inconsiderate as those who demand nothing of life other than their own personal comfort.

There is one right I would not grant anyone. And that is the right to be indifferent.

It's hard for me to answer a question from someone who really doesn't care about the answer.

When You Weren't Looking ...why. ...Can't you ...care ...more ...about ...me.

I'm very hard-nosed and cold-blooded and I can walk past a drowning man. If I have someplace else to go, well, tough s**t. I could do that. I can. Have. Sometimes, not because I was callous but had to do it.

Why can’t the world hear? I ask myself. Within a few moments I ask it many times. Because it doesn’t care, I finally answer, and I know I’m right. It’s like I’ve been chosen. But chosen for what? I ask.