Character: Miranda Gray. Page 2

Alive. Alive, but still dead.

I think I need a man much older because of their age, I just see through.

It is necessary that this man was at least equal to you in spirit, able to see and understand everything better than you. And physiology should be in the second place, it is not important.

Between us now the deep abyss. On the bridge of the question.

Truly he is a prisoner. Enclosed in his own narrow little world disgusting today.

They sulk if you deny them, and hate if you agree.

Money hit K. in the head. If he drank a whole bottle of whiskey, and can not drink.

Don't know if he wanted to I thought that my "virtue" triumphed over his "depravity", or meant something more subtle, well, that's kind of sometimes defeated is the winner.

What a Gulf between thought and word. Unable to draw his face, expression, eyes, mouth. But the words... They are many times used to describe other people, other items that they seemed to have worn off from use. I write: "He smiled." What does it mean? Like kindergarten wordstrip: turnip with a smile-a Crescent moon in the middle. But if I drew the smile...

I don't get down on my knees, I'm sure God despises kneeling.

Power. She became a tangible reality. I know h-bomb is scary. But now it seems to me to be so weak, too scared.

We are so weak physically. Helpless. Even now, in our days. But still we are stronger. We can stand their cruelty. They are unable to bring.

He has a painfully keen perception than anything else. Irony helps him to survive, to save himself.

You see, for me, the world is not divided into what is decent and what is indecent. For me the main thing in life - beauty. I perceive the phenomena of life are not as good or bad, and how beautiful or ugly. You know, I lot of what you think is good, decent, seems ugly, and much of what you consider obscene, I think is beautiful.