The Simile Museum

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“Tarquin Gould’s parents were out of town, so he had to throw a party, those were the rules. The news circulated like a virus: it was uncertain who had started it, but by the time the weekend came around it had been received by everyone who needed to receive it.”

-Emma Sloley

“Kids were always needing a Band-Aid, pink skin splitting like summer fruit.”

-Rumaan Alam

“As if a train of powder laid from the outermost bound of Saint Antoine Quarter to the wine-shop door, had been suddenly fired, a fast-spreading murmur came rushing along.”

-Charles Dickens

“The man preferred not to wait and ran as fast as he could through the door to boarding, past passengers who had already gone through and formed a line inside the tube with the little windows, waiting like blood in a syringe, now followed at an animal’s pace by the little suitcase on legs, ridden like a horse by the passport with the long fingers, a sight that both fascinated and terrified and caused personnel, propelled by some odd sense of duty, to stand in the way of the trio and block their path, to protect the plane and its pilots and cabin crew from what they couldn’t define.”

-Deepak Unnikrishnan

“At twenty-one, the writer in me was like a fly in the room–alive but insignificant, aimless, something that unsettled me whenever I grew aware of it, and which, for the most part, left me alone.”

-Jhumpa Lahiri

“Also, I’m sure you’ve noticed, I’m wheezing like a ruptured accordion.”

– Colin Wentworth

“Carol was like a secret spreading through her, spreading through this house, too, like a light invisible to everyone but her.”

-Patricia Highsmith

My family was like living with cruel cats. Someone would turn as you entered a room. Oh it’s you. So I waited for the night when I could be by myself and work.”

-Eileen Myles

“At the time, a good portion of the rock music played on the radio–Imagine Dragons, Linkin Park–was so densely and fastidiously produced, so airless and unrelenting, that listening to it felt like getting whopped in the face with a snowball. ‘Boys & Girls’ suggested a different way forward:  it was not without potency, but it drifted in like a salty breeze.”

-Amanda Petrusich

“He felt the white scalloped ends of Miguel’s fingernails against his jawbone, running across the margins of him like a poem. Finding something to like, something to correct. Reading, always, with rapt sincerity.”

-Caitlin Horrocks