Life, like a dome of many-colored glass, stains the white radiance of eternity.
Exactitude in some small matters is the very soul of discipline.
—Ted Berrigan, In The Early Morning Rain
Stained glass, engraved glass, frosted glass; give me plain glass.
—Aldous Huxley in Island
Over there, in the corner. I can see myself there. And she can see my body on the bed.