Can I be blamed for wanting a real body, to put my arms around? Without it I too am disembodied. I can listen to my own heartbeat against the bedsprings...but there’s something dead about it, something deserted.

You can’t understand anything unless you unless you understand everything.

«Algunas veces, hasta el mejor administrador se asemeja al muchacho que pasea un perro grande y espera a ver dónde quiere ir para llevarlo allá».

Well, I can't eat muffins in an agitated manner. The butter would probably get on my cuffs. One should always eat muffins quite calmly. It is the only way to eat them.

Written By Oscar Wilde

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