He was going to die soon, you knew when you saw those eyes. There was no sign of life in his flesh, just the barest traces of what had once been a life. His body...

Yes, boys are a little like shoes. Why? Well…They can be useful. But mainly…They are nice to look at. Getting the right one can be a lovely accessory to an outfit. There are times when...

His voice is muddy, that’s what it is. Dark and brown and muddy. A note to it like coffee left too long on the burner. And unsweetened, bitter chocolate. But there’s dirt in it too,...

Fate is like a strange, unpopular restaurant filled with odd little waiters who bring you things you never asked for and don’t always like.

A woman’s dress should be like a barbed-wire fence: serving its purpose without obstructing the view.

They passed, leaving a trail of foxfire shuffled up out of the wet leaves like stars plowed in a ship’s wake.

Time unlived grows old Like unworn robes in a locked chest.

He’s like a drug for you, Bella.

…as vivid and fabulous as a unicorn…

Deep in her soul, however, she was waiting for something to happen. Like a sailor in distress, she would gaze out over the solitude of her life with desperate eyes, seeking some white sail in...

Love is like the human appendix. You take it for granted while it’s there, but when it’s suddenly gone you’re forced to endure horrible pain that can only be alleviated through drugs.

Like a fire alarm going off in your ear, sulfur up your nose, mouth full of sour milk, reality is what it is – you deal with it.

You,” Madeline said, her voice hollow and wheezing, “are like a bad case of herpes, wizard. You’re inconvenient, embarassing, no real threat, and you simply will not go away.

Reasoning with a drunkard is likeGoing under water with a torch to seek for a drowning man.

It was a chilly morning after the night’s rain, and the sun hung in the sky like a pale coin lost by someone high up in the clouds.

And now, my poor old woman, why are you crying so bitterly? It is autumn. The leaves are falling from the trees like burning tears- the wind howls. Why must you mimic them?

He stopped the flyersAnd by his rare example made the cowardTurn terror into sport. As weeds beforeA vessel under sail, so men obeyedAnd fell below his stem. His sword, Death’s stamp,Where it did mark, it...

You know, a cell phone’s like a guy; if you don’t plug him in every night, charge him good, you got nothing at all.

A prayerless Christian is like a bus driver trying alone to push his bus out of a rut because he doesn’t know Clark Kent is on board.

Where to start?Everything cracks and shakes,The air trembles with similes,No one world’s better than another;the earth moans with metaphors.

Laughter erupted from her belly and shot out her mouth like pigeons through an open cage door, schoolchildren bursting into summer vacation, water from a tapped hydrant.

Miracles are like pimples, because once you start looking for them you find more than you ever dreamed you’d see.

Nanny’s words made Janie’s kiss across the gatepost seem like a manure pile after a rain

Ignorance is a lot like alcohol: the more you have of it, the less you are able to see its effect on you.

Love is like a booger, you pick and pick at it. Then when you get it you wonder how to get rid of it.

Life is like an onion; you peel it off one layer at a time, and sometimes you weep.

…childlike wonder and awe have died. The scenery and poetry and music of the majesty of God have dried up like a forgotten peach at the back of the refrigerator.

She had the world’s worst poker face: her feelings floated across them like reflections on a still pond.

Could be an amazing product, sell like condoms at a high school prom, donuts at a police convention, sunscreen on a Caribbean crush ship.

Oh, noble child, everything is severing the mind. As for the mind, it is severing pride. There is nothing whatsoever that is not included in pride. If one simply understands that it is merely the...

The wind blowing through my ripped clothes was so cold that I felt like a Percysicle.

Hearing nuns’ confessions is like being stoned to death with popcorn.

Anxiety’s like a rocking chair. It gives you something to do, but it doesn’t get you very far.

They were contemplating moving into another house or, more exactly, loudly saying to each other, so as to be overheard by anyone who might be listening, that they were contemplating moving, when all at once...

It seemed my wholelife was composed of these disjointedfractions of time, hanging around in onepublic place and then another, as if I werewaiting for trains that never came. And, likeone of those ghosts who are...

Peeing is like a good book in that it is very, very hard to stop once you start.

She smiled like knife on a velvet, she stretched like cat on the sun.

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.