“What is that supposed to mean? I’m so sick of that. All that means is that it wasn’t personal to you. But it was personal to me. It’s personal to a lot of people. What is so wrong with being personal anyway?”
“Whatever else anything is, it ought to begin by being personal”.
“the first time we met, we hated each other." "no, you didn’t hate me, i hated you. the second time we met, you didn’t even remember me” “i did too, i remembered you. the third time we met, we became friends.” “we were friends for a long time.” “and then we weren’t.” “and then we fell in love.”
an endless list of that can’t-eat, can’t-sleep, reach-for-the-stars, over-the-fence, world series kind of stuffmovies
you’ve got mail (1998);“The odd thing about this form of communication is that you’re more likely to talk about nothing than something. But I just want to say that all this nothing has meant more to me than so many somethings.”
Last night I went to meet you, and you weren’t there. I wish I knew why. I felt so foolish. And as I waited, someone else showed up: a man who has made my professional life a misery. And an amazing thing happened. I was able, for the first time in my life, to say the exact thing I wanted to say at the exact moment I wanted to say it. And, of course, afterwards, I felt terrible, just as you said I would. I was cruel, and I’m never cruel. And even though I can hardly believe what I said mattered to this man - to him, I am just a bug to be crushed - but what if it did? No matter what he’s done to me, there is no excuse for my behavior. Anyway, I so wanted to talk to you. I hope you have a good reason for not being there last night. You don’t seem like the kind of person that would do something like that. The odd thing about this form of communication is you’re more likely to talk about nothing than something. But I just want to say that all this nothing has meant more to me than so many… somethings. So thanks.