“He has a face like a catcher’s mitt. The whole thing puckers inward, drooping with the memory of some dropped fly ball.”
-Karen Russell
The Simile Museum
November 19, 2015
“It was warm weather, and you could see the girls’ legs again. One day Florence saw him watching and she said the young girls come out in spring, like snakes.”
– Andre Dubus
November 11, 2015
“Now I heard a funny noise, like water squeaking at high pressures from the insides of a cat.”
– Rajesh Parameswaran
November 7, 2015
“I pass, like night, from land to land.”
-Samuel Coleridge
November 4, 2015
“Still rose the dune sea, and like a sea, now making its own weather. Sparkling white slopes superheated the skies above, setting the air achurn with funnels, drawing hurricanes of dust from as far away as Saskatchewan. Self-perpetuating, then, the sand a magnet for its own mixture of clay, sulfates, and carbonate particles from the pulverized bodies of ancient marine creatures, so high in saline that a sample taken from anywhere on the dune would be salty on the tongue.”
– Claire Vaye Watkins
October 28, 2015
“Her first love was an unresponsive Guards officer, her last the homosexual painter Pavel Tchelitchew; but her truest lover was the photographer Cecil Beaton, who made her lovely, finding her complexion fresh as that of a convolvulus, her eyebrows like tapering mouse-tails, the noble forehead like tissue-paper, her wrists like delicate stems, and her visage entire flooded with the mad moon-struck ethereality of a ghost.”
-Paul West
October 22, 2015
“Nothing seemed to belong to them organically, to be stamped with their own identity, but no one seemed to expect that. Even the painters and writers wore disguises which outdid Venetian masked balls. The beards of men shipwrecked for years on desert islands, the unmatched clothes from thrift shops, the girls with hair uncombed, and black cotton stockings, and eyes painted a tubercular violet. In this costume they meant to convey a break with conventions, with the stylish mannequins in Beverly Hills shop windows, but it created the impression of merely another uniform, which they bore self-consciously, and it did not portray freedom, nonchalance. They wore them stiffly, as if on display, like extras for a Bohemian scene, proclaiming: Look at me.”
– Anaïs Nin
October 14, 2015
“Stay away from pop music. It is too crudely percussive. Sounds like gun fire.
We already have enough of that.”
– William H. Gass
October 7, 2015
“It’s funny how love can jump from one person to another, like a flea.”
– Ottessa Moshfegh
The Simile Museum 