He did not recognize himself either. He was a totally new being, bald, covered with grease and blood, pink and blue eyed: he was his own baby...He was a great fat chuckling baby, and he shat and peed in his filthy trousers and kept driving.
Peter StraubMots clés murder metaphor disgusting
Where glowing embers through the room
Teach light to counterfeit a gloom...
Mots clés paradox darkness light metaphor
The mist hung in the air like a prancing unicorn.
Graham JoyceMots clés metaphor
I read not so long ago about the construction of a large telescope in Chile's Atacama Desert, where rainfall can average a millimetre a year and the air is fifty times as dry as the air in Death Valley. Needless to say, skies over the Atacama are pristine. The pilgrim astronomer ventures to the earth’s ravaged reaches in order to peer more keenly at other worlds, and I suppose the novelist is up to something similar.
Brad LeithauserMots clés writing writers writing-craft metaphor astronomy astronomer writing-life novelists telescope chile
...a tall, gaunt man with small narrow eyes set deep in his skull like two old sisters trying to spy out of the windows of their house without being noticed themselves.
Ned BeaumanMots clés metaphor
It's a mind, it works by metaphor.
Simon J. TownleyMots clés mind psychology human-condition metaphor brain
Like kids who only ever get socks for Christmas, but still believe with all their hearts in Santa.
Barbara KingsolverMots clés christmas metaphor santa heartbreaking
My mother always says that love is like a snakebite, a venom slowly spreading through your veins.
Cynthia HandMots clés metaphor beautiful-imagery
The true magic of novels dwells within us individually. Each reader will interpret every single character, scene, and metaphor in a slightly different way
Carl HeneganMots clés magic novels metaphor readers
Achilles might be a good papa to the family, but he was also a killer, and he never forgives.
Poke knew that, though. Bean warned her, and she knew it, but she chose Achilles for their papa anyway. Chose him and then died for it. She was like that Jesus that Helga preached about in her kitchen while they ate. She died for her people. And Achilles, he was like God. He made people pay for their sins no matter what they did.
The important thing is, stay on the good side of God. That's what Helga teaches, isn't it? Stay right with God.
I'll stay right with Achilles. I'll honor my papa, that's for sure, so I can stay alive until I'm old enough to go out on my own.
Mots clés murder god forgiveness jesus survival metaphor bean achilles-de-flandres poke
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