Glass is a thing in disguise, an actor, is not solid at all, but a liquidan old sheet of glass will not only take on a royal and purplish tinge but will reveal its true liquid nature by having grown fatter at the bottom and thinner at the top, and it is invisible, solid, in short a joyous and paradoxical thing, as good a material as any to build a life from. -Carey, Peter Oscar and Lucinda, ch.32,'Prince Rupert's Drops'.

"The potter's thumb and finger deftly pressing the soft mass whirling on his wheel as it yielded to his touch, the bulbous glass at the end of the slender pipe as the breath of the glass blower and his deft turning decided its shape- its fate fascinated me. Something was being born." - Frank Lloyd Wright