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This supreme instance of Troy's goodness fell upon Gabriel's ears like the thirteenth stroke of a crazy clock. — Thomas Hardy, Far from the Madding Crowd
It seemed my wholelife was composed of these disjointedfractions of time, hanging around in onepublic place and then ano — Donna Tartt, The Secret History
Using a metaphor in front of a man as unimaginative as Ridcully was like ared flag to a bu... was like putting something — Terry Pratchett, Lords and Ladies
Nanny's words made Janie's kiss across the gatepost seem like a manure pile after a rain — Zora Neale Hurston, Their Eyes Were Watching God
The whole universe is like some big FedEx box. — Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore
Did you ever get the feeling that everything was too perfect? Like the moment was so good that something had to be wrong — Neal Shusterman, Red Rider's Hood
...as vivid and fabulous as a unicorn... — Anne Rivers Siddons, Sweetwater Creek
I began to cry but maintained my shouting through it, like a wind through sheets of rain. — Olivia Sudjic, Sympathy
I'm like an onion. You can peel away my layers, but the further you go, the more it'll make you cry. — Laura Carstairs-Waters
The wind blowing through my ripped clothes was so cold that I felt like a Percysicle. — Rick Riordan, The Titan's Curse
Stress level: extreme. It's like she was a jar with the lid screwed on too tight, and inside the jar were pickles, angry — Fiona Wood, Six Impossible Things
The purple, formalized, iridescent, gelatinous bladder of a Portuguese man-of-war was floating close beside the boat. It — Ernest Hemingway, The Old Man and the Sea
For a while this seemed to do the trick, and I felt that whatever contamination I had helped to spread, the boundaries I — Olivia Sudjic, Sympathy
The man is as useless as nipples on a breastplate. — George R.R. Martin, A Feast for Crows
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. A — Jael McHenry