Talk

"You're just a kid. You don't have the faintest idea what you're talking about.
You've never been out of Boston. 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 orientation. The whole works, right? I bet you can't tell me what it smells like in the Sistine Chapel. You never actually stood there and looked up at the beautiful ceiling. Seeing that.
If I ask you about woman, you'll probably give me a syllabus of your personal favorites. But you can't tell me what it feels like to wake up next to a woman and feel truly happy.
I ask you about war, you'd probably throw Shakespeare at me, right? "Once more into the breach, dear friends". But you've never been near one. You've never held your best friend's head in your lap and watch him gasp his last breath lookin to you for help.
I'd asked 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. Feelin 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. Trough anything. Trough cancer.
You don't know about real loss, cause that only occurs when you love something more than you love yourself.
I doubt you've ever dared to love anybody that much.
I look at you. I don't see an intelligent, confident man. I see a cocky, scared shitless kid. You're an orphan, right? Do you think I'd know the first thing about how hard your life has been, how you feel, who you are, because I read Oliver Twist? Does that encapsulate you? Personally, I don't give a shit about all that, because you know what? I can't learn anything from you. I can't read in some fuckin book.

Unless you wanna talk about you, who you are."

Good Will Hunting