still life #1

Pulp Fiction

Mia: Don't you hate that?
Vincent: What?
Mia: Uncomfortable silences. Why do we feel it's necessary to yak about bullshit in order to be comfortable?
Vincent: I don't know. That's a good question.
Mia: That's when you know you've found somebody really special. When you can just shut the fuck up for a minute and comfortably share silence.
Vincent: Well, I don't think we're quiet there yet; but don't feel bad, we've just met each other.