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.

[H]er mind was like a balloon with static cling, attracting random ideas as they floated by[.]

How humid the heart, its messy rooms! We eat spicy food, sweat like wood and smolder like the coal mine that caught fire decades ago, yet still smokes more than my great-uncle who will not quit- or go out-

T.H. moved through the forest like the melody of a well-known song, in perfect harmony with his surroundings.

Reading it was like subletting a small apartment in someone else's head.

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

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.

The only way I can describe the extent of my anxiety is to say that I felt as if I were pregnant with a rock.

We're not moments, Megan, you and me. We're events. You say you might not be the same person you were a year ago? Well, who is? I'm sure not. We change, like swirling clouds around a rising sun.

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.

A house without books is like a room without windows.

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

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.

He's like a drug for you, Bella.

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