“This was what being cured was like: like being in a fishbowl, circling always inside the same glass.”
“It was like I was inside a fishbowl in the middle of a typhoon, and everyone else was on the outside cluelessly enjoying lovely weather.”
“It's unpleasantly like being drunk." "What's so unpleasant about being drunk?" "You ask a glass of water.”
“Being like everybody is the same as being nobody.”
“being Flavia de Luce was like being a sublimate: like the black crystal residue that is left on the cold glass of a test tube by the violet fumes of iodine.”
“being sick feels like you're wearing someone else's glasses”