The Simile Museum

Tag: Simile

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“He was wearing a shiny, oversize dark-brown suit. His hair was shaved close to his head and he had a nose that hung from his face like a door off its hinges.”

-Hannah Tinti

“Jane rises. A stiff rustle from the carnation sprigs. She leans over the king’s chair and taps the back of his hand: briskly, as if she were testing a cheese.”

-Hilary Mantel

“Monsieur Chabot was longing to smoke, but he didn’t dare ask if he might. Nor had he the courage to look at his son. All he did, therefore, was stand still and keep quiet, and he looked the picture of embarrassment, like an indigent patient in a fashionable doctor’s waiting room.”

-Georges Simenon

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“It seemed that the fire went north away from the road, then whipped back down toward us.

It teased like a living, malevolent thing, intent on causing pain and terror. It drove us before it like dogs chasing a rabbit. Yet it didn’t eat us. It could have, but it didn’t.”

-Octavia Butler

“Tall, thin, with black hair worn too long and big hands with spatulate fingertips, he paused on the boarding steps until a porter passed him like a sack of wheat to the driver of our cart.”

-Andrea Barrett

“Work keys jangling like sleigh bells, the Court officers march into the chambers like a two-by-two wagonless team of crew-cut Clydesdales harnessed together by a love of God and country.”

-Paul Beatty

“When they pulled up to the house, she followed her father, who insisted on carrying her suitcase, to the front door. She stepped inside after him and suddenly stopped. The house felt different, smelled different even, as if it were a living organism whose basic chemistry had changed.”

-Brit Bennett

“She came whizzing down the stairs, thrown like a dart.”

-Margaret Atwood

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“Jackson doesn’t participate in these conversations. Either he genuinely has nothing to say about the current state and future of his country, the entire world; or he doesn’t want to express his opinions. I get the feeling Jackson is like a train on a single track–one of those airport monorails. He goes around and around, the doors opening and closing, people he doesn’t know and doesn’t care to know getting in and getting out.”

-Melanie Finn

“Say nothing. Let her button her shirt, let her comb her hair, the sound of it stretching like a sheet of fire between you.”

-Junot Díaz