“If Dracula can't see his reflection in a mirror, how come his hair is always so neatly combed?”

“How you see me? Tell me how you see me. When mirrors only reflect what you want to see. Believe me.”

“We see time’s furrows on another’s brow,
And death intrench’d, preparing his assault;
How few themselves in that just mirror see!”

“all people start to
come apart finally
and there it is:
just empty ashtrays in a room
or wisps of hair on a comb
in the dissolving moonlight.”

“No matter how long you stand there examining yourself naked before a mirror, you'll never see reflected what's inside.”

“The disciple must break the glass, or better the mirror, the reflection, his infinite speculation on the master. And start to speak.”

“Enjoy eternal peace! When the Budhi is enlightened, every man comes to know his own defects and merits. Like one's reflection in the mirror, the various desires of the mind will be visible to Budhi.”

“And you can't part a boy from his father,
You can't part a boy from his dad,
You can't part a Scotchman from money
No matter how many he's had.
You can't part the skin of a sausage
Or a dad from his fond son and heir,
And you can't part the hair on a bald-headed man
For there'll be no parting there.”

“He was dirty, his hair unkempt, his clothes stained with blood. Heroes in stories somehow managed to rescue maidens while looking like court dandies. Next time he went adventuring he'd remember to bring a comb.”

“The Beloved created your being from His own love so that He could see His own beauty in the mirror of your heart and make you privy of His mysteries.”