“When, after a long life, it falls outThat he takes on a form he had soughtAnd every word carved in stoneGrows its hoarfrost, what then? TorchesOf Dionysian choruses in the dark mountainsFrom when he comes. And half of the skyWith its snaky clouds. A mirror before him.In the mirror the already severed, perishingThing.”

“Imagine a man who stands before a mirror; a stone strikes it, and it falls to ruin all in an instant. And the man learns that he is himself, and not the mirrored man he had believed himself to be.”

“He had the same look on his face that I had every day when I looked in the mirror. He was nothing more than a shell of a person.”

“If a man stands before a mirror and sees in it his reflection, what he sees is not a true reproduction of himself but a picture of himself when he was a younger man”

“A novel is born several times and dies several times, before it takes its final life form.”

“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”