Character: Dorian Gray. Page 1

Harry, imagine a girl of seventeen, with tender, like a flower, the face, with the head of Greek women, entwined with dark braids. Eyes - blue lake of passion, lips like rose petals.

Exceptional value is just what not always.

- Do not look at my future?
- And do you have it?
- Everyone has.
- Not everyone, some live only in the past.

- In the soul of each there is something, what not to bare.
But what happens if Stripping?
- It will consume us, and then we disappear and our place is a creature without control, without borders.

There's nothing more mysterious person.

- What do these people, those who were elected?
- To resist banality.
- Be like everyone else. But isn't it a terrible curse, being cut off from society?
To be unusual, powerful, is that not a divine gift?
- Loneliness.
Search.
- What?
- Like yourself.
- Someone like you.
- Same exceptional.
But then you will not be unique.
- And lonely.

- Can art be honest?
- That you have the expert.
- Think music. Perhaps only music, because it is ephemeral. The fact of the paradox. Music is fantasy, but it is real.

- There is a tribe - Anasazi in Colorado. It's an Indian tribe that disappeared long ago. They built a settlement at the foot of cliffs and on the rocks left a painting, which for a thousand years, no people, only animals, the sun, the moon, everything that they thought was important to remember.
- Why do you like them?
- They are simple, no, they're sincere.

When you get used to something, feelings blunted. Sheer repetition.

- You don't want to become someone else? To escape from your life?
- Constantly.

- Rothschild's slipper - the rarest Orchid on earth. <...> It blooms only once in fifteen years. For many years improving himself, his whole life for six perfect flowers.
- How long will it bloom?
- A moment.
- It's poisonous?
- As with all wonderful creations, I hope.

Well, roses have got thorns. That's the thing. These plants seem so attractive, but in them is hidden danger.
- Many things can be deceiving.
- But who of us has no secrets.

- Most of all in the colors I admire their duplicity.
- Duality?
Of mystery, at least.

- Can I kiss your neck?
- Don't ask permission. If you want to do something - do it because it is your desire, not my allowance. You have to take the risk of failure.