“Six Degrees of Separation” quotes
(1993)
Title Six Degrees of Separation
Year 1993
Director Fred Schepisi
Genre Drama, Comedy, Mystery
Year 1993
Director Fred Schepisi
Genre Drama, Comedy, Mystery
Plot – Paul is a handsome young black man who interrupts Ouisa and Flan Kittredge's evening showing up at their luxurious apartment in New York. He declares he's a college mate of their sons and the Kittredges invite him to stay for the night. The next morning, Ouisa discovers Paul in bed with a white guy and expels him from the house. The Kittredges talk to their friends about Paul and discover even Kitty and Larkin have received his visit. Dr. Fine has even sold Paul his entire chalet. The group of friends begins to investigate then and one of their former college mate, Trent Conway, tells them he has lived with a certain Paul for three months. He has taught him good manners and has given him his wealthy friends' addresses, so now Paul is pretending he's Flan illegitimate son and he's hosted by a hippie couple he has met in Central Park, Elizabeth and Rick. Police is seeking him everywhere and wandering through the city's traffic, Paul is mortally hit.
All actors – Stockard Channing, Will Smith, Donald Sutherland, Ian McKellen, Mary Beth Hurt, Bruce Davison, Richard Masur, Anthony Michael Hall, Heather Graham, Eric Thal, Anthony Rapp, Oz Perkins
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“It is the worst kind of yellowness to be so scared of yourself that you put blindfolds on rather than deal with yourself. To face ourselves - that's the hard thing. The imagination - that's God's gift, to make the act of self-examination bearable.”
“You gave him my pink shirt? You gave a complete stranger my pink shirt? That shirt was a Christmas present from you! I treasured that shirt, I loved that shirt! My collar had grown a full size from weightlifting, you saw that my arms had grown, you saw that my neck had grown and you bought me that shirt for my new body! I loved that shirt! My...” (continue)(continue reading)
“Wishing a Van Gogh was mine, I looked at my English hand-lasted shoes, and thought of Van Gogh's tragic shoes, and remembered me I was a painter losing a painting.”
Would we visit you and sit in your gorgeous house, planning visits to the townships, demanding to see the poorest of the poor? "Oh, are you sure they're the worst off? I mean, we've come all this way. I mean, we don't want to see people just mildly victimized by apartheid. We demand shock". You know it doesn't seem right, sitting on the East... (continue)(continue reading)
This world has been so heavy with all the right-to-lifers - "protect the lives of the unborn"; constitutional amendments - "when does life begin?"; or the converse, the end of life: the right to die. Why is life at this point in the twentieth century so focused upon the very beginning of life and the very end of life? What about the 80 years we... (continue)(continue reading)
“When rich people do something nice for you, you give 'em a pot of jam.”
“I read somewhere that everybody on this planet is separated by only six other people. Six degrees of separation between us and everyone else on this planet. The President of the United States, a gondolier in Venice, just fill in the names. I find it extremely comforting that we're so close. I also find it like Chinese water torture, that we're...” (continue)(continue reading)
“- Ouisa Kittredge: Everything is somebody else's.
- Paul: Not your children. Not your life.
- Ouisa Kittredge: No, you got me there. That is mine. That is nobody else's.”“- Paul: I'll be treated with care if you take me to the police. If they don't know you're special, they kill you.
- Ouisa Kittredge: Oh, I don't think they kill you.
- Paul: Mrs. Louisa Kittredge, I am black.
- Ouisa Kittredge: I will deliver you to them with kindness and affection.”“Every moment in life is a learning experience.”
“Never bullshit a bullshitter.”
“The imagination. It's there to sort out your nightmare, to show you the exit from the maze of your nightmare, to transform the nightmare into dreams, that become your bedrock. If we do not listen to that voice, it dies, it shrivels, it vanishes. The imagination is not our escape. On the contrary, the imagination is the place we are all trying to...” (continue)(continue reading)
“There is so much you don't know. You are so smart and so stupid.”
“- Tess: I will not be part of this conspiracy!
- Flan Kittredge: It's not a conspiracy, it's a family!”“- Paul: I was wondering if I could fuck you.
- Rick: Man, I don't do things like that.
- Paul: That's what makes it so nice. You don't.”“I am a collage of unaccounted for brush strokes. I am all random.”
“I remembered why I loved paintings in the first place, what got me into this. I thought... dreamt... remembered... how easy it is for a painter to lose a painting. He paints and paints, works on a canvas for months, and then, one day, he loses it. Loses the structure, loses the sense of it. You lose the painting.”
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