The People Who Care Don't Matter and the People Who Matter Don't Care

He recited this quote to me at Art Murmur in Oakland last Friday at the end of a conversation that made me feel like a resounding board (to use Maggie's words) this guy I know from Santa Cruz. It was the kind of conversation where you feel like a piece of furniture in someone's grand ballroom, all ears and eyes. He talked a lot, and at that point in the night, I wasn't so ready to start fighting for word space. It made me feel bad, him saying that, bad like----what kind of people does he know?