Tennessee Williams, The Glass Menagerie (via kitty-en-classe)
How beautiful it is and how easily it can be broken.
My perception of the world made me feel a more acute form of the strangeness of things. In the silence and immensity, each object was cut off by a knife, detached in the void, in limitless space, separated from other objects. By the very fact of being alone, without any link with the environment, it began to exist. I felt as if I had been thrown out of the world, outside life, as if I were a spectator of some endless, chaotic film in which I could not take part. I knew not how to reach for anything.
Michel Foucault (via awreckageofstars)
"Hallo, Rabbit,” he said, “is that you?”
"Let’s pretend it isn’t,” said Rabbit, “and see what happens."
A.A. Milne, Winnie-the-Pooh (via liquidnight)