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No one is asking what happened to all the homeless. No one cares, because it's easier to get on the subway and not be accosted.
But especially if you have the wrong people within your circle. Truthfully, at the end of the day, no one cares about you in this business whether they are your agent or your manager or your publicist.
No one cares what you ate for breakfast. Unless it's something really spectacular, don't tweet me your breakfast, I don't care.
You don't want to play a perfect person; no one cares about that.
There's only a couple stats that matter. No one cares how many blocked shots a guy has, how many hits.
No one cares about the Davis Cup. How many people know I won five Davis Cups and seven majors, but that I rarely played the Australian Open?
Normally I'm really lucky because I can go down to my local shops and no one cares. I take the Tube and the bus so it's kind of the perfect balance.
In my world, history comes down to language and art. No one cares much about what battles were fought, who won them and who lost them - unless there is a painting, a play, a song or a poem that speaks of the event.
I'm in a business where no one cares about anything except how well your last collection sold.
There is something very freeing about being anonymous because nothing is expected of you; nothing is getting back to anyone, and no one cares.
