People don’t like love, they like that flittery flirty feeling. They don’t love love — love is sacrificial, love is ferocious, it’s not emotive. Our culture doesn’t love love, it loves the idea of love. It wants the emotion without paying anything for it. It’s ridiculous.
I feel very transparent in myself. I’m more of an observer. I’m interested in what’s going on. I’m not sure that I really have a personality. Some people think I do have a personality. I have a personality when I am with certain people — but when I’m not with them I don’t have that personality. I just sort of go back to resembling a transparent glass of water.
Once I went to interview Jean Cocteau. His house was piled high with bibelots, paintings, drawings by famous artists, books - Cocteau kept everything and felt a deep love for all those things. During the interview I decided to ask him: ‘if the house caught fire right now, and you could only take one thing with you, what would you choose?’ Cocteau said: ‘I’d take the fire.’
Archivist: If I may ask one last question. You had to know this union scheme was doomed to fail.
Archivist: Then why did you agree to it?
Sonmi-451: This is what General Apis asked of me.
Archivist: What? To be executed?
Sonmi-451: If I had remained invisible, the truth would have stayed hidden. I couldn’t allow that.
Archivist: And what if no one believes this truth?
Sonmi-451: Someone already does.