“In the beginning you said that your only sin was that you asked more of the sunset. Meaning, I suppose, that you wanted more from life than was good for you. You were a human being demanding your right and more than that, you were a woman demanding your right. Do you think if two men would’ve walked down a train looking for women, do you think anybody would have raised an eyebrow? Or if a man had led the life you had? And the story about Mrs. H would’ve been extremely banal if you were a man and your conquest would’ve been a woman. When a man leaves his children because of desire, we accept it with a shrug, but with you as a woman, you had to take on a-a guilt,a burden of guilt that could never be alleviated. And all in all, all the blame and guilt that piled up over the years became too much for you, you reacted aggressively-almost like a man I have to say-and you fought back. You fought back against the gender that had been oppressing and manipulating and killing you and billions of women.”
Nymphomaniac (2013) Dir. Lars von Trier


“So if I asked you about art, you’d probably give me the skinny on every art book ever written. Michelangelo, you know a lot about him. Life’s work, political aspirations, him and the pope, sexual orientations, the whole works, right? But I’ll bet you can’t tell me what it smells like in the Sistine Chapel. You’ve never actually stood there and looked up at that beautiful ceiling; seen that. If I ask you about women, you’d probably give me a syllabus about your personal favorites. You may have even been laid a few times. But you can’t tell me what it feels like to wake up next to a woman and feel truly happy. You’re a tough kid. And I’d ask you about war, you’d probably throw Shakespeare at me, right, "once more unto the breach dear friends.” But you’ve never been near one. You’ve never held your best friend’s head in your lap, watch him gasp his last breath looking to you for help. I’d ask you about love, you’d probably quote me a sonnet. But you’ve never looked at a woman and been totally vulnerable. Known someone that could level you with her eyes, feeling like God put an angel on earth just for you. Who could rescue you from the depths of hell. And you wouldn’t know what it’s like to be her angel, to have that love for her, be there forever, through anything, through cancer. And you wouldn’t know about sleeping sitting up in the hospital room for two months, holding her hand, because the doctors could see in your eyes, that the terms “visiting hours” don’t apply to you. You don’t know about real loss, ‘cause it only occurs when you’ve loved something more than you love yourself. And I doubt you’ve ever dared to love anybody that much. And look at you… I don’t see an intelligent, confident man… I see a cocky, scared shitless kid. But you’re a genius Will. No one denies that.“

Good Will Hunting (Dir. Gus Van Sant)