I remember just lying in the grass, staring at the clouds, wondering where they drifted off to after they floated over Texas. I never would have imagined that one day I would follow one of those clouds and find myself in Hollywood.

Once, when I was little, I asked her if she’d cried when my father had fallen to his death. At the funeral? I mean, the burial? No, I did not. Because you weren’t sad? Because it was nobody’s business if I was.

Hoy por hoy, continuamente nos engañamos respecto de nosotros mismos, y raramente conseguimos comprender a los demás.

Written By Oscar Wilde

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