“It was a chilly morning after the night's rain, and the sun hung in the sky like a pale coin lost by… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
“Maybe the siren was was a fire truck? Mercer couldn't see one anywhere, but like some bounding St. Bernard of the metaphysical,… — Garth Risk Hallberg Copy Share Image
The poet, however, uses these two crude, primitive, archaic forms of thought (simile and metaphor) in the most uninhibited way, because his… — Northrop Frye Copy Share Image
“Then she spotted in the corner, glowing wonderfully, a Wurlitzer jukebox. ' Holy shit!' It was like being on a commuter train… — Garth Risk Hallberg Copy Share Image
He'd felt like a jack-o-lantern for the past few days, as if his guts had been yanked out with a fork and… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Laws are like cobwebs, which may catch small flies, but let wasps and hornets break through. — Jonathan Swift Copy Share Image
“Lugh's decided to stick with bein mad at me. It's like traveling with a storm cloud. One of them that hangs low… — Moira Young Copy Share Image
“She looked at the ceiling, eyelashes batting like hummingbird wings.” — Dennis Vickers Copy Share Image
“I wonder which is preferable, to walk around all your life swollen up with your own secrets until you burst from the… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“Your eyes flash like Fourth-of-July sparklers, headlights on a mountain road, sparks in a short-circuited toaster.” — Dennis Vickers Copy Share Image
The simile has to match the tone of its surroundings and has to be like a little joke. Writing a simile that… — Ned Beauman Copy Share Image
Each reader discovers for himself that, with respect to the simpler features of nature, succeeding poets have done little else than copy… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
“...childlike wonder and awe have died. The scenery and poetry and music of the majesty of God have dried up like a… — John Piper Copy Share Image
“Phyllida's hair was where her power resided. It was expensively set into a smooth dome, like a band shell for the presentation… — Jeffrey Eugenides Copy Share Image
“Sitting in an armchair under yellow lamplight in front of a black window in an apartment whose only other light was the… — Garth Risk Hallberg Copy Share Image
And an inky-colored despair of rejection enveloped me like the black tortilla of depression around a pain burrito. — Christopher Moore Copy Share Image
“A friend... sort of. Ren watches me like I'm a cookie jar he wouldn't mind being caught with his hands in.” — Andrea Cremer Copy Share Image
“Your lies are like a silent fart. Can't see 'em, but I can smell 'em.” — Eric Jerome Dickey Copy Share Image
“He excused himself for a nap, and this day blended into his dreams like like years blended into a life, unseen but… — Catherine Lacey Copy Share Image
“Disappeared like fog in a stiff morning breeze, teen revilers when a squad car creeps up the driveway, roaches when the kitchen… — Dennis Vickers Copy Share Image
“The flock of birds always living in her chest these days had been startled. They flund themselves against the confines of her… — Kiersten White Copy Share Image
“I asked the boy who wept what it felt like, crystal meth, the prettiest name for a drug besides heroin. Crystal methamphetamine.… — Hannah Lillith Assadi Copy Share Image
