“All is clouded by desire: as fire by smoke, as a mirror by dust ...Through these it blinds the soul.”
“Blinding light and smoke enter the cabin as the plane begins spinning savagely along the asphalt. The hellish carousel twists through shadows of fire—death and reality both becoming blurred.”
“It's all done by smoke and mirrors ...”
“All I am is smoke and mirrors ...”
“No man may earn his heart's desire, lest first he brave the smoke and fire”
“The frame of the mirror was a deep mahogany and carved with an intricate design of what appeared in the dim light to be leaves and vines. The mirror’s surface was clouded with dust and age, so much that Quinn could not even see his own reflection. On impulse, he rubbed a small circle with the back of his wrist but beneath the dust the glass was still milky and unclear. ~ "The Mirror”