The Simile Museum

Tag: Toni Morrison

“The girl’s face was as tight and mean as broccoli.”

-Toni Morrison

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“Valerian Street was mindful of their criticism, but completely indifferent to it. His grey eyes drifted over the face of such guests like a four o’clock shadow on its way to twilight.”

-Toni Morrison

“My daddy’s face is a study. Winter moves into it and presides there. His eyes become a cliff of snow threatening to avalanche; his eyebrows bend like black limbs of leafless trees.”

-Toni Morrison

“Sprawled near Brother, his flame-red tongue hidden from them, his indigo face closed, Sixo slept through dinner like a corpse.”

-Toni Morrison