“And she said, Oh, Jon, you break my heart, that night when you came to my Tarp you were like a lion taking what he wanted but now you are like some bunny wiffling his nose in fright.”
-George Saunders
The Simile Museum
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September 1, 2015
“A week later López Azcárate hanged himself from a tree and the news ran through the university like a terrified, fleet-footed animal.
-Roberto Bolaño
August 25, 2015
“Holidays, folks buzzed and flitted about like fruit flies, yet as a child you lacked the power to shoo them.”
-John Keene
August 20, 2015
“Darkness fills her like a carbohydrate.”
-Daniela Gioseffi
August 17, 2015
“My kids would have to dive in, live through the agony, and come out the other side. They’d have to learn to lie on the lawn watching ants scale the grass blades; they’d have to linger, digits pruning, in the bathtub; they’d have to stop, to be still, and then to wait, and wait, and wait, allowing time to fatten around them, like a dewdrop on the tip of a leaf. And then, only then, who know what they might imagine or invent?”
– Claire Messud
August 10, 2015
“Better to stand by the grave and try to remember some photo of him sitting on a bench in Brooklyn, or bring to mind one of those recordings of his voice, at once powerful but broken, like that of someone who has passed many hours in solitude and acquired conviction though constant doubt.”
-Valeria Luiselli
July 30, 2015
“Between drivers and employers there are still sliding glass panels. There are still fold-down seats. A car is still as big as a bedroom.”
– Marguerite Duras
July 26, 2015
“Corinne’s silence was like a mirror, flashing his tiny, harmless lie back to him in huge magnification, all covered with sticky hairs and microbes.”
– Deborah Eisenberg
July 21, 2015
“He and Anna Sergeevna loved each other like very close, dear people, like husband and wife, like tender friends; it seemed to them that fate itself had destined them for each other, and they could not understand why he had a wife and she a husband; and it was as if they were two birds of passage, a male and a female, who had been caught and forced to live in separate cages.”
– Anton Chekhov
July 17, 2015
“…someone somewhere
heard the gossip of exotic birds
and passed it on in the night
to another, sleeping curled like an ear…”
– Mary Ruefle
The Simile Museum 