When Walser first put on his make-up, he looked in the mirror and did not recognise himself ... he experienced the freedom that lies behind the mask, within dissimulation.
(Angela Carter (1940-1992), British postmodern novelist. repr. Penguin. Nights at the Circus, part 2, ch. 1, Chatto & Windus (1984).
The hero contemplates his face shortly after applying clown makeup.)
The war was a mirror; it reflected man's every virtue and every vice, and if you looked closely, like an artist at his drawings, it showed up both with unusual clarity.
(George Grosz (1893-1959), German artist. A Small Yes and a Big No, ch. 7 (1955, trans. 1982).)
I'm afraid to look in the mirror. I'm afraid I'm going to see an old lady with white hair, just like the old ladies in the park. A little bundle in a black shawl just waiting for the coffin.
New York is a field of tireless and antagonistic interestsundoubtedly fascinating but horribly unreal. Everybody is looking at everybody elsea foolish crowd walking on mirrors.
(Wallace Stevens (1879-1955), U.S. poet. Souvenirs and Prophecies: The Young Wallace Stevens, ch. 4, entry for June 15, 1900, ed. Holly Stevens (1977).)
It required some rudeness to disturb with our boat the mirror-like surface of the water, in which every twig and blade of grass was so faithfully reflected; too faithfully indeed for art to imitate, for only Nature may exaggerate herself.
(Henry David Thoreau (1817-1862), U.S. philosopher, author, naturalist. A Week on the Concord and Merrimack Rivers (1849), in The Writings of Henry David Thoreau, vol. 1, p. 47, Houghton Mifflin (1906).)
He reproduced himself with so much humble objectivity, with the unquestioning, matter of fact interest of a dog who sees himself in a mirror and thinks: there's another dog.
(Rainer Maria Rilke (1875-1926), German poet. Letter, October 23, 1907. Letters on Cézanne (1952, trans. 1985).
On Cézanne.)
Customs and convictions change; respectable people are the last to know, or to admit, the change, and the ones most offended by fresh reflections of the facts in the mirror of art.
(John Updike (b. 1932), U.S. author, critic. New Yorker (July 30, 1990).)
Modern man likes to pretend that his thinking is wide-awake. But this wide-awake thinking has led us into the mazes of a nightmare in which the torture chambers are endlessly repeated in the mirrors of reason.
(Octavio Paz (b. 1914), Mexican poet, essayist. The Labyrinth of Solitude, ch. 9 (1950, trans. 1961).)
The dandy should aspire to be uninterruptedly sublime. He should live and sleep in front of a mirror.
(Charles Baudelaire (1821-1867), French poet. My Heart Laid Bare, Intimate Journals, sct. 27 (1887), trans. by Christopher Isherwood (1930), rev. Don Bachardy (1989).)