Kirsten Dunst Monologues

So you failed. Alright you really failed. You failed. You failed. You failed. You failed. You failed. You failed. You failed. You failed. You failed. You failed. You failed. You failed. You think I care about that? I do understand. You wanna be really great? Then have the courage to fail big and stick around. Make them wonder why you're still smiling.

I'm impossible to forget, but I'm hard to remember.

Sadness is easier because its surrender. I say make time to dance alone with one hand waving free.

Trust me. Everybody is less mysterious than they think they are.

Most of the sex I've had in my life was not as personal as that kiss.

Welcome to the annual meeting of people who annually meet, and we'll see ya'll next year.

I'm going to miss your lips. And everything attached to them.

You're an artist, man. Your job is to break through barriers. Not accept blame and bow and say thank you, I'm a loser, I'll go away now. Oh, Phil's mean to me, whaa, whaa, So what.

You want to be *really* great? Then have the courage to fail big and stick around. Make 'em wonder why you're still smiling. That's true greatness to me. But don't listen to me, I'm a Claire.

I don't know a lot about everything, but I do know a lot about the part of everything that I know, which is people.

To have never taken a solitary road trip across country? I mean everybody's got to take a road trip, at least once in their lives. Just you and some music.

Some music needs air. Roll down your window.

Men see things in a box, and women see them in a round room.

What they say is, it will hit you, it could be ten minutes or it could be ten years from now.

I've spent so much time thinking about all the answers to the problem, that I forget what the problem *actually* was.

I want you to get into the deep beautiful melancholy of everything that's happened.

And so we all became helpers, which I so can't help. I can't help helping.

Life cannot be so cruel that we don't deserve to be together… to eat.

Never met a Mitch I didn't like. Fun, full of life. Like... everyone wants to be a part of Mitch's club.

My teacher, Katherine Watson, lived by her own definition, and would not compromise that. Not even for Wellesley. I dedicate this, my last editorial, to an extraordinary woman who lived by example and compelled us all to see the world through new eyes. By the time you read this, she'll be sailing to Europe, where I know she'll find new walls to break down and new ideas to replace them with. I've heard her called a quitter for leaving, an aimless wanderer. But not all who wander are aimless. Especially not those who seek truth beyond tradition; beyond definition; beyond the image. We'll never forget you…

Wellesley girls who are married have become quite adept at balancing their obligations. One hears such comments as, "I'm able to baste the chicken with one hand and outline the paper with the other." While our mothers were called to the workforce for lady liberty it is our duty, nay, obligation to reclaim our place in the home bearing the children that will carry our traditions into the future. One must pause to consider why; Ms. Katherine Watson, instructor in the art history department, has decided to declare war on the holy sacrament of marriage. Her subversive and political teachings encourage our Wellesley girls to reject the roles they were born to fill.

Dear Betty, I came to Wellesley because I wanted to make a difference. But to change for others is to lie to yourself. My teacher, Katherine Watson, lived by her own definition and would not compromise that, not even for Wellesley. I dedicate this, my last editorial, to an extraordinary woman, who lived by example and compelled us all to see the world through new eyes. By the time you read this, she'll be sailing to Europe, where I know she'll find new walls to break down, and new ideas to replace them with.

I've heard her called a quitter for leaving and aimless wanderer. But not all who wander are aimless, especially those who seek truth beyond tradition, beyond definition, beyond the image. I'll never forget you.

All her life, she had wanted to teach at Wellesley College. So, when a position opened in the Art History department, she pursued it single-mindedly until she was hired. It was whispered that Katherine Watson, a first-year teacher from Oakland State, made up in brains what she lacked in pedigree. Which was why this bohemian from California was on her way to the most conservative college in the nation.