“Behind him there's still the mirror…a bit of infinity, which in its disinterest still holds their reflections safely in it.”

“Trust is like a mirror, you can fix it if it's broken, but you can still see the crack in that mother fucker's reflection.”

“But there's the beauty of life beyond the bubble. It's possible for someone to see your wicked bits and still love you.”

“An ordinary mirror is silvered at the back but the window of the night train has darkness behind the glass. My face and the faces of other travellers were now mirrored on this darkness in a succession of stillnesses. Consider this, said the darkness: any motion at any speed is a succession of stillnesses; any section through an action will show just such a plane of stillness as this dark window in which your seeking face is mirrored. And in each plane of stillness is the moment of clarity that makes you responsible for what you do.”

“I mean, if you were to find a shattered mirror, find all the pieces, all the shards and all the tiny chips, and have whatever skill and patience it took to put all that broken glass back together so that it was complete once again, the restored mirror would still be spiderwebbed with cracks, it would still be a useless glued version of its former self, which could show only fragmented reflections of anyone looking into it. Some things are beyond repair. And that was me.”

“Wipe your mouth,there's still a tiny bit of bullshit around your lips.”