“I like incidents of that sort, when forces that are usually so sneaky and hard to point out slither out of the grass and are as obvious as, say, an anaconda that’s eaten a cow or an elephant turd on the carpet.”
– Rebecca Solnit
The Simile Museum
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July 2, 2015
“Feelin’ as hard as Vince Carter’s knee cartilage is.”
-Earl Sweatshirt
June 28, 2015
“Life is so fragile. It trembles like the aspens.”
-Derek Walcott
June 19, 2015
“It seemed to me I had achieved a style that was solid, lucid, very controlled, and yet open to sudden breakdowns. The satisfaction didn’t last, however. It diminished, then it vanished. It took me ten years to separate my writing from that specific book, to turn my prose into a tool that I could use elsewhere, like a good solid chain that can pull up the full bucket from the very bottom of the well.”
– Elena Ferrante
June 15, 2015
“Subdivisions are spreading across western Kentucky like an oil slick.”
– Bobbie Ann Mason
June 3, 2015
“You have seen
Sunshine and rain at once; her smiles and tears
Were like a better way; those happy smilets
That play’d on her ripe lip seem’d not to know
What guests were in her eyes; which parted thence
As pearls from diamonds dropp’d.”
-William Shakespeare
May 20, 2015
“With a piece of copy in my hand I listen to the music around me, the hum and drone of voices, the tinkle of the linotype machines, as if there were a thousand silver bracelets passing through a wringer; now and then a rat scurries past our feet or a cockroach descends the wall in front of us, moving nimbly and gingerly on his delicate legs. The events of the day are slid under your nose, quietly, unostentatiously, with, now and then, a by-line to mark the presence of a human hand, an ego, a touch of vanity. The procession passes serenely, like a cortege entering the cemetery gates. The paper under the copy desk is so thick that it almost feels like a carpet with a soft nap.”
-Henry Miller
May 12, 2015
“The back porch was bathed in moonlight, and the shadow, crisp as toast, moved across the porch towards Jem.”
-Harper Lee
The Simile Museum 