François Béroalde de Verville (1556–1626) French writer
On ne fait non plus de cas de pauvres que de couillons: on les laisse à la porte; jamais n'entrent.
Le Moyen de Parvenir (1617).
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Johnny Got His Gun (1938)
Context: Inside me I'm screaming, nobody pays any attention. If I had arms, I could kill myself. If I had legs, I could run away. If I had a voice, I could talk and be some kind of company for myself. I could yell for help, but nobody would help me.
François Béroalde de Verville (1556–1626) French writer
On ne fait non plus de cas de pauvres que de couillons: on les laisse à la porte; jamais n'entrent.
Le Moyen de Parvenir (1617).
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C. N. R. Rao (1934) Indian chemist
Scientist wonders why nobody asks him about Dan David prize (2013)
“Nobody feels any pain
Tonight as I stand inside the rain”
Bob Dylan (1941) American singer-songwriter, musician, author, and artist
Song lyrics, Blonde on Blonde (1966), Just Like A Woman
Leonard D. White (1891–1958) American historian
Source: Introduction to the Study of Public Administration, 1926, p. 243-244
“who pays any attention
to the syntax of things
will never wholly kiss you”
E.E. Cummings (1894–1962) American poet
Dalton Trumbo book Johnny Got His Gun
Johnny Got His Gun (1938)
Context: Just say "mister I'm sorry, I got no time to die, I'm too busy" and then turn and run like hell. If they say coward why don't pay any attention because it's your job to live not to die. If they talk about dying for principles that are bigger than life, you say "mister you're a liar. Nothing is bigger than life". There's nothing noble in death. What's noble about lying in the ground and rotting? What's noble about never seeing the sunshine again? What's noble about having your legs and arms blown off? What's noble about being an idiot? What's noble about being blind and deaf and dumb? What's noble about being dead? Because when you're dead, mister, it's all over. It's the end. You're less than a dog, less than a rat, less than a bee or an ant, less than a white maggot crawling around on a dungheap. You're dead, mister, and you died for nothing.
Frederick Buechner (1926) Poet, novelist, short story writer, theologian
Whistling in the Dark: A Doubter's Dictionary (1988)
“Don't pay any attention to what they write about you. Just measure it in inches.”
Andy Warhol (1928–1987) American artist