He adored competing but didn't want you to know he'd ever…

“He understood the code of his social class enough to affect an air of indifference about life.”

— H.W. Brands

When I was competing I didn't have a nutritionist. It wasn't something that British athletics offered back then.

— Linford Christie

“Concrete answers came easily; nonchalance didn't.”

— Jodi Picoult

“Dickens writes that one of his characters, "listened to everything without seeming to, which showed he understood his business.”

— Charles Dickens

Thanks to Granna, Werner and Walter had grown up to be highly functioning, productive citizens - but if you were to ask Walter, Werner…

— Julia Glass

“Enough with nonchalance in the name of practicality! Let us now rise as tornado and wipe out all apathy.”

— Abhijit Naskar

“I wasn't fishing for compliments, bro, but thanks, I guess.”

— Duncan Ralston

“Alex had what the Italians called sprezzatura--the kind of studied nonchalance that implies no time has been taken at all to look a certain…

— Susie Dent

For me, in fact, the mark of the historic is the nonchalance with which it picks up an individual and deposits him in a…

— Mary McCarthy

There are two cardinal human sins out of which all others derive, deviate, and dissipate: impatience and lassitude (or perhaps nonchalance). On account of…

— Franz Kafka

She had acquired some of his gypsy ways, some of his nonchalance, his bohemian indiscipline. She had swung with him into the disorders of…

— Anais Nin

It should be done with the same degree of alacrity and nonchalance that you would display in authorizing a highly intelligent trained bear to…

— Daniel S Greenberg

“She posed as being more indolent than she felt, for fear of finding herself less able than she could wish.”

— Elizabeth Bowen

But whereas a puppy will cringe away or roll on its back, groveling, a little boy may cover his shyness with nonchalance, with bravado,…

— John Steinbeck

“MARIE [Alone, after apause.] Whata bitch I am. I could stab myself. - Oh, what a world! Everything goes to hell anyhow, man and…

— Georg Büchner