We speak now or I do, and others do. You’ve never spoken before. You will. You’ll be able to say how the city is a pit and a hill and a standard and an animal...

Newly Found Sugary Spill: Tastes Like Dried Spit or Old Soda

…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.

and her skin shone luminous and impossibly pale, as if it drank light from the moon.

Inside plum trees stood in a row, flowers lifted their pale throats to the moon and stars, a magnolia held its tight-closed buds like white candles in its green hands.

There’s an epigram tacked to my office bulletin board, pinched from a magazine — “Wanting to meet an author because you like his work is like wanting to meet a duck because you like p...

The voice was cool, drawling, and insolent, but the eyes were something else. She looked about as hard to get as a haircut.

A Dream Pirate attack is swift and ragged. Like awkward phantoms, the pirates often fly in lurches and jerks, and they usually destroy everything that gets in their way.

Genghis Miliband roars up to the despatch box like a caged donkey.

[T]he wisdom of our ancestors is in the simile.

An idealist is one who, on noticing that a rose smells better than a cabbage, concludes that it makes a better soup.