“I don't care that they stole my idea . . I care that they don't have any of their own”

“Well, I don't care," said Bird out loud, said Bird, who cared so much that she couldn't bear to touch the hurt. "I don't care. I ran away from Summer, and I will make my own castle. I will be my own queen.”

“I don't care what is written," Meyer Landsman says. "I don't care what supposedly got promised to some sandal-wearing idiot whose claim to fame is that he was ready to cut his own son's throat for the sake of a hare-brained idea. I don't care about red heifers and patriarchs and locusts. A bunch of old bones in the sand. My homeland is in my hat. It's in my ex-wife's tote bag.”

“I don't know, I don't care, and it doesn't make any difference.”

“I don't know, I don't care, and it doesn't make any difference!”

“You have no idea how screwed up I am.""That's not true. I know. I just don't care.”