the L word

(the gift that keeps on giving)

he said, she said

it's all a matter of perceptions, isn't it?

growing old

chances

you just have to beat the odds.

breakfast at tiffany's

(here be spoilers)

Holly Golightly: I'll never get used to anything. Anybody that does, they might as well be dead. 

Holly Golightly: It's better to look at the sky than live there. Such an empty place; so vague. Just a country where the thunder goes and things disappear. 

Holly Golightly: I'll tell you one thing, Fred, darling... I'd marry you for your money in a minute. Would you marry me for my money? 
Paul Varjak: In a minute. 
Holly Golightly: I guess it's pretty lucky neither of us is rich, huh? 
Paul Varjak: Yeah. 

Paul Varjak: I love you. 

Holly Golightly: So what. 
Paul Varjak: So what? So plenty! I love you, you belong to me! 
Holly Golightly: [tearfully] No. People don't belong to people. 
Paul Varjak: Of course they do! 
Holly Golightly: I'll never let ANYBODY put me in a cage. 
Paul Varjak: I don't want to put you in a cage, I want to love you! 
Holly Golightly: It's the same thing. 
Paul Varjak: No it's not. Holly... 
Holly Golightly: I'm not Holly. I'm not Lula Mae, either. I don't know who I am! I'm like cat here, a couple of no-name slobs. We belong to nobody and nobody belongs to us. We don't even belong to each other. 


Doc Golightly: I love you Lula Mae. 
Holly Golightly: I know you do, and that's just the trouble. It's the mistake you always made, Doc, trying to love a wild thing. You were always lugging home wild things. Once it was a hawk with a broken wing... and another time it was a full-grown wildcat with a broken leg. Remember? 
Doc Golightly: Lula Mae there's something... 
Holly Golightly: You musn't give your heart to a wild thing. The more you do, the stronger they get, until they're strong enough to run into the woods or fly into a tree. And then to a higher tree and then to the sky. 

Paul Varjak: You know what's wrong with you, Miss Whoever-you-are? You're chicken, you've got no guts. You're afraid to stick out your chin and say, "Okay, life's a fact, people do fall in love, people do belong to each other, because that's the only chance anybody's got for real happiness." You call yourself a free spirit, a "wild thing," and you're terrified somebody's gonna stick you in a cage. Well baby, you're already in that cage. You built it yourself. And it's not bounded in the west by Tulip, Texas, or in the east by Somali-land. It's wherever you go. Because no matter where you run, you just end up running into yourself. 

(thank you, imdb)

uncomfortable silences

Mia: Don't you hate that? 
Vincent: What? 
Mia: Uncomfortable silences. Why do we feel it's necessary to yak about bullshit in order to be comfortable? 
Vincent: I don't know. That's a good question. 
Mia: That's when you know you've found somebody special. When you can just shut the fuck up for a minute and comfortably enjoy the silence.

say what...?

heard in passing:
"I haven't spoken to my boyfriend in two weeks. I really can't be bothered with the same boring conversation over and over again - about how was his day and how was mine."

silent response:

Hmmm...what do you talk about when you're actually together? what will you talk about when you grow old?

(people are strange.)

denial