You don’t know about real loss, because 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.
But you’re a genius Will; no one denies that. No one could possibly understand the depths of you. But you presume to know everything about me because you saw a painting of mine, and you ripped my fucking life apart.
You’re an orphan right? Do you think I’d know 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 fucking book.
Unless you want to talk about you. Who you are. Then I’m fascinated. I’m in.
But you don’t want to do that do you, sport? You’re terrified of what you might say.
Your move chief.
~ Sean Maguire [Robin Williams], Good Will Hunting [Movie, 1997]