If you mix the sauces, you can't separate them later.
The smoke comes out of daddy's sigaret, but it never goes back in.
We cannot go back.
That's why it's hard to choose.
Everything you say is contradictory,
you can't have been at one place and another at the same time.
You mean to say we have to make choices?
Of all those life's, which one...
Which one is the right one?
Each of these life's is the right one.
Every path is the right path.
Everything could have been anything else,
and it would have just as much meaning.