Whit Stillman, Poet of the Urban Haute Bourgeoisie (Part 1): Metropolitan (1990)
Charlie: Of course there’s a God! We all basically know there is. Cynthia: I know no such thing. Charlie: Of course you do! When you think to yourself — and most of our waking life is taken up thinking to ourself — you must have that feeling that your thoughts aren’t entirely wasted, that in some sense they are being heard. I think it’s this sensation of silently being listened to with total comprehension that represents our innate belief in a supreme being, an all–comprehending... Read More
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