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The mad were put in asylums, but the sane are worse off in their offices.
Sexual feeling might decline, but I have learned that the libido, like Elvis and jealousy, never dies.
We directors are voyeurs working with exhibitionists.
He might be an idiot but he isn’t stupid.
Narcissism is our religion. The selfie stick is our cross, and we must carry it everywhere.
If you’ve once been attractive, desirable and charismatic, with a good body, you never forget it. Intelligence and effort can
be no compensation for ugliness. Beauty is the only thing, it can’t be bought, and the beautiful are the truly entitled. However you end up, you live your whole life as a member of an exclusive club.
The struggle for every man is not to look like an idiot.
Sex is like art: if you know what you’re doing, you don’t know what you’re doing.
Their yoga teacher arrives. Zee and Eddie meditate together, practising ‘belly breathing’. Emptiness doesn’t come cheap.
‘Are people so easily fooled?’ ‘They flee the truth like Ebola. I don’t need to tell you.’
‘My parents were ignorant in the way only English upper-middle-class Tories can be, Waldo. Stupidity, narcissism, and hedonism.’
