Once upon a time there was a king, and the king commissioned his favorite wizard to create a magic mirror. This mirror didn__ show you your reflection. It showed you your soul__t showed you who you really were.The wizard couldn__ look at it without turning away. The king couldn__ look at it. The courtiers couldn__ look at it. A chestful of treasure was offered to anyone who could look at it for sixty seconds without turning away. And no one could.

There is nothing like fear to complicate one's consciousness, inducing previously unknown levels of reflection

The degree of freedom we enjoy outwardly is a reflection of the degree of love we cultivate inwardly.

Life isn't memorable enough to remember everything. It's not like there are explosions all the time, or dog smoking cigarettes.

Most people like mirrors; what they do not like, is people, who are mirrors.

Day leans in toward me. He reaches up to touch my face. I can tell it still hurts him to use his fingers, and his nails are dark with dried blood. "You're brilliant," he says. "But you're a fool to stay wish someone like me."I close my eyes at the touch of his hand. "Then we're both fools.