Nemo Nobody aged 118: I've got nothing to say to you. I'm Mr. Nobody, a man who doesn't exist.
Young journalist: Do you remember what the world was like before quasi-immortality? What was it like when humans were mortals?
Nemo Nobody aged 118: There were cars that polluded. We smoked cigarettes. We ate meat. We did everything we can't do in this dump and it was wonderful! Most of the time nothing happened... like a French movie.
Young journalist: And, um, sexually? Before sex became obsolete.
Nemo Nobody aged 118: Ha ha, we screwed! Everybody was always screwing. We fell in love... we fell in love.
You have to make the right choice. As long as you don't choose, everything remains possible.
Nemo age 9: [narrating] On that day, i would make a lot of silly decisions.
Nemo age 16: One; I will never leave anything to chance again. Two; I will marry the girl on my motorcycle. Three; I'll be rich. Four; we'll have a house. A big house, painted yellow, with a garden. And two children, Paul and Michael. Five; I'll have a convertible. A red convertible! And a swimming pool, I'll learn to swim. Six; I will not stop until I succeed!
Anna age 15: You're the first and last person I'll ever love.
Nemo age 16: Ten days... That makes 14,400 minutes... I wish time would stop right now, that it would stay this way forever.
Anna age 15: They say if you slow your breathing, time slows down. The Hindus says so.
Young journalist: Everything you say is contradictory. You can't have been in one place and another at the same time. Of all those lives, which one is the right one?
Nemo Nobody aged 118: Each of these lives is the right one! Every path is the right path. Everything could have been everything else and it will have just as much meaning.
Before he was unable to make a choice because he didn't know what would happen. Now that he knows what will happen, he is unable to make a choice.
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izteicās | What the fuck you were thinking?