“With the help of fear and echoes and winter silences, that dog had a voice like a big bronze gong.”
-Kurt Vonnegut
The Simile Museum
March 16, 2021
“For to wish to forget how much you loved someone — and then, to actually forget — can feel, at times, like the slaughter of a beautiful bird who chose, by nothing short of grace, to make a habitat of your heart.”
– Maggie Nelson
March 7, 2021
“He skitters through the schoolyard like a traitor to childhood.”
-Richard Powers
February 28, 2021
“The woman was staring at her, so Ava stared back—the two of them aiming their gazes at each other like guns—all the way across the City of Lights. Just looking at each other from opposite shores of the rattling train. Eventually Ava took off her earrings, still not taking her eyes off the woman. Why? Because her assumption at that point, of course, was that the two of them would fight to the death. But when the train pulled into the last stop on the line, the woman just stood to exit, and when she did so, she even held back the sliding doors politely, so Ava could go first.”
-Mona Awad
February 14, 2021
“They all sat there in silence. It was like being in a play where no one knew the next line.”
– Emily St. John Mandel
February 3, 2021
“When I write, it’s as if I were butchering eels… I pay little attention to the unpleasantness of the operation.”
-Elena Ferrante
January 30, 2021
“Then the river, like an awakened bear, yanked the rope and Juan went down too.”
-Diane Cook
January 22, 2021
“Most of Muriel’s friends are writers, real writers, not like my old friends who got over it like the flu.”
-Lily King
January 19, 2021
“At the same time, the natural autonomy of horizontalism, and its deep reliance on independent, small affinity groups of activists, encourages a constant drive to innovate. This self-overcoming is the engine of our velocity. It grants us the power to wobble, to swerve like a flock of birds and act in ways that confound our enemy, as events spiral toward the people’s vision.”
-Micah White
December 25, 2020
“The sun is wide, like an eye cut open,
and it blasts the man
so that his whole shadow
scuttles beneath his belly.”
-Max Ritvo
