“Life is a solitary cell whose walls are mirrors.”
“Naked in solitary prison cell he looks down at a hard-on.”
“Mirror, mirror on the wall, who's the naughtiest of them all?”
“Are we not all prisoners? She had read a wonderful play about a man who scratched on the wall of his cell, and she had felt that was true of life—one scratched on the wall.”
“All cells come from cells. Every cell is born of a previous cell, which was born of a previous cell. Life comes from life. Life begets life begets life begets life.”
“The American mirror, said the voice, the sad American mirror of wealth and poverty and constant useless metamorphosis, the mirror that sails and whose sails are pain.”