Mirrors are perpetually deceitful. They lie and steal your true self. They reveal only what your mind believes it sees

Dark circles under my eyes sink deeper and deeper into my skull, in contrast to my pale skin there is an undeniable resemblance to a fresh corpse.

Jews put black over mirrors during times os mourning so they wouldn't think about themselves. But I never did look in mirrors anyway, because I disliked myself. No, wait. I disliked my appearance.

How do people know they are sane? Can a person be gripped by lunacy, only to be released a short time later, never to relive the episode again?

What do you mean, Phib?" asked Miss Squeers, looking in her own little glass, where, like most of us, she saw - not herself, but the reflection of some pleasant image in her own brain.

I spend more time in front of this mirror than watching television … oh well, I suppose it’s better to watch myself than an electronic box full of lies