Character: Dolores McBride

You're supposed to tell everything, damn it!
And would you still have kissed me? - I asked sarcastically.
- Of course! - quipped Jessie.
- I fucking love to put the girls in the NICU! You with the same success could ask for to beat you half to death. Butcher, that's what I felt. God, what if you died?
- I'm dying, Jessie. Every day. Every day is a step to the grave. Just kissing it's better to die.
It's great if your kind of philosophy helps to live, Dolores.. but it is wrong. Perverted. It will kill you prematurely.

And the Princess says that living in an enchanted castle, whose name Stigmation. The castle will not let her go to any knight. And for every attempt to escape will take revenge - to leave her body stigma. Know what is stigma? This burn mark, which the ancient Greeks marked slaves and criminals. And Stigmation will condemn the prisoner. Over and over again until the pain will not win. The pain always wins.

- What do you know about sex?
- Everything you need! I read the book "Children about "It", and "the Encyclopedia for young people" and "Your little girl is growing up", and found the parents of one book.... "for adults." There is some kind of circus acrobatics, just barf.
- Now forget all that is written there, - said the sage. - Sex is not tumbling. Not anatomy and not physiology. No matter who, what and where of vanities. It doesn't matter. The most important thing is invisible, it's not on the pictures.
- And that, even a movie about this thing? - I stared.
Yes, but it's not about that. The most important thing going on in the mind: your thoughts are all fading. You can't think about anything except the next person. And what you can do with it.... In a good way. And with his consent, of course. Time disappears, space disappears. And inside a hurricane that seems a little bit more and the head will carry.... And for all that's enough kiss. Or even the touch of a hand. Here is sex. And the fact that you're in the books I read, is all...... nonsense.

I finally started to realize what a joke played with me Lord. That sight, hearing and sense of smell is the greatest treasure, but I'd have traded any of them for a miracle touch. Said goodbye with fragrant flowers and aroma of freshly prepared food, but I could live among other people. Couldn't see, but could kiss. Would have traded all the sounds for the warmth of someone else's skin under your fingers.