And he took the image he had fashioned, and set it in a great furnace, and gave it to the fire. - Oscar Wilde
«Being in love was like China: you knew it was there, and no doubt it was very interesting, and some people went there, but I never would. I'd spend all my life without ever going to China, but it wouldn't matter, because there was all the rest of the world to visit.»
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