A block won’t move without the effort.

The very shapes of the trees were like frozen screams.

A smile is like a simile, if you have a mouth like a metaphor. That would make for like the best kiss ever.

Asking an eight-year-old girl if something is a little over-the-top is like asking a Texan if there are too many jalapenos in the salsa. The answer is always no.” -Liberty Jones

It was a smooth silvery voice that matched her hair. It had a tiny tinkle in it, like bells in a doll’s house. I thought that was silly as soon as I thought of it.

Like a lamp, dispelling the darkness of ignorance

Normal, in our house, is like a blanket too short for a bed–sometimes it covers you just fine, and other times it leaves you cold and shaking; and worst of all, you never know which...

A great idea should always be left to steep like loose tea leaves in a teapot for a while to make sure that the tea will be strong enough and that the idea truly is...

Even in dying, a Thennanin ship was reputed to be not worth putting out of its misery. In battle they were slow, unmaneuverable—and as hard to disable permanently as a cockroach.

If she were here I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off her. I would hold her so close she’d beg me to let her breathe. I’d kiss her so hard she’d plead for...

Love is like the wind, you can’t see it but you can feel it.

He’s as nutty as a vegan T-bone.

His lips made a grim twist that was like the joyless cousin of a smile.

A day without sunshine is like, you know, night.

The man is as useless as nipples on a breastplate.

It was like hiking into a Hemingway story; everything was sepia-toned and bristling with subtext.

It was something quite special, that feeling: an oppressive, hideous constraint as if I were sitting with the small ghost of somebody I had just killed.

Stress level: extreme. It’s like she was a jar with the lid screwed on too tight, and inside the jar were pickles, angry pickles, and they were fermenting, and about to explode.

His touch was like a bard’s on his instrument, and it awakened a deep and mysterious music in my body.

Life, he realize, was much like a song. In the beginning there is mystery, in the end there is confirmation, but it’s in the middle where all the emotion resides to make the whole thing...

The truth is like a nipple: the more you twist it, the more somebody is going to get hurt.

I’m like an onion. You can peel away my layers, but the further you go, the more it’ll make you cry.

The amount of perfume she had on was like a human sacrifice on Incense Night.

The moon was a crescent, thin and sharp as the blade of a knife.

High School is like a spork: it’s a crappy spoon and a crappy fork, so in the end it’s just plain useless.

Getting an education was a bit like a communicable sexual disease. It made you unsuitable for a lot of jobs and then you had the urge to pass it on.

Southampton’s barrage balloons floated gleaming in the moonlight like the ghosts of elephants and hippos.

The purple, formalized, iridescent, gelatinous bladder of a Portuguese man-of-war was floating close beside the boat. It turned on its side and then righted itself. It floated cheerfully as a bubble with its long deadly...

A girl without braids is like a city without bridges.

As the station wagon pulled back onto the highway, the sun was slowly sinking below the horizon like a leaky boat. Well, except for that fact that boats are not generally round, orange and on...

Laws are like cobwebs, which may catch small flies, but let wasps and hornets break through.

My mind is a warehouse of carefully organized human emotions.I lock away the things that do not serve me.

Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.

My emotions swirl like leaves caught in the breath of a dust devil, and the only thing I can seem to hold onto is the anger.

It came out sparkling like liquid sky.

Watching a dog try to chew a large piece of toffee is a pastime fit for gods. Mr. Fusspot’s mixed ancestry had given him a dexterity of jaw that was truly awesome. He somersaulted happily...

Once again, you show all the sensitivity of a blunt axe.

Sex is like air; it’s not important unless you aren’t getting any.

I contend that for a nation to try to tax itself into prosperity is like a man standing in a bucket and trying to lift himself up by the handle.

Beauty soaks reality as water fills a rag.

Emotions unreel in her like spools of cotton.

This supreme instance of Troy’s goodness fell upon Gabriel’s ears like the thirteenth stroke of a crazy clock.

Character is like a tree and reputation its shadow. The shadow is what we think it is and the tree is the real thing.

A novel rough draft is like bread dough; you need to beat the crap out of it for it to rise.

A room without books is like a body without a soul.

Using a metaphor in front of a man as unimaginative as Ridcully was like ared flag to a bu… was like putting something very annoying in front ofsomeone who was annoyed by it.

Without inspiration, we’re all like a box of matches that will never be lit.

There are three types of friends: those like food without which you can’t live those like medicine which you need occasionally and those like an illness which you never want.

The church trembled and the hail hammered the roof, but his words glided in the air, joyful and bright like the birds at the cliffs. They floated freely around one another without colliding and the...

Did you ever get the feeling that everything was too perfect? Like the moment was so good that something had to be wrong? Kind of like the way a fish sees that bright, shiny lure...