then they will not care a fart for us.

If you’re dead, you're dead, so who cares.

After us, the deluge. I care not what happens when I am dead and gone.

When the Best is gone - I know that other things are not of consequence - The Heart wants what it wants - or else it does not care.

When we're all gone at last then there'll be nobody here but death and his days will be numbered too. He'll be out in the road there with nothing to do and nobody to do it to. He'll say: where did everybody go? And that's how it will be. What's wrong with that?

They don't really care about us.

When the Best is gone - I know that other things are not of consequence - The Heart wants what it wants - or else it does not care -

If naebody care for me, I'll care for naebody.

I don't care if I'm remembered or not when I'm dead. (A scientist I knew at General Electric, who was married to a woman named Josephine, said to me, "Why should I buy life insurance? If I die, I won't care what's happening to Jo. I won't care about anything. I'll be dead.")

When I die it's not me that will be affected. It's the ones I leave behind.

And I won't be laughing at the lies when I'm gone
And I can't question how or when or why when I'm gone
Can't live proud enough to die when I'm gone
So I guess I'll have to do it while I'm here.

no one cares about your excuses at all, except you.

If people don’t leave a hole in your life when they are gone, Consuela, they were never in your life at all.

When you have nobody you can make a cup of tea for, when nobody needs you, that's when I think life is over.