"There is a time for departure even when there's no certain place to go."
"The cities swept about me like dead leaves, leaves that were brightly colored but torn away from the branches. I would have stopped, but I was pursued by something. It always came upon me unawares, taking me altogether by surprise. Perhaps it was a familiar bit of music. Perhaps it was only a piece of transparent glass."
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Source: Tennessee Williams (1945). “The Glass Menagerie”, p.97, New Directions Publishing
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