And I went straight for it, like a cripple goes for a cane. —Sheila Heti, How Should a Person Be?
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And I went straight for it, like a cripple goes for a cane. —Sheila Heti, How Should a Person Be?
So it was that we stumbled into the country life like an infant who takes his first astonished steps and then, as his frightened grin dissolves, reaches out to catch himself against the side of a red-hot wood stove. —Ben Metcalf, Against the Country
It was like a car hurtling towards an abyss, slamming on the brakes. —Cesar Aira, How I Became A Nun
Because describing cocaine nowadays would be a bit like describing a traffic light. —Javier Marías, The Infatuations
Somewhat like the marketplace for retail commodities, databases are the result of often unnoticed labor, the collecting together of things (objects, information, people) all made to appear as if passively and innocently awaiting activation, like a reserve army of supposedly dormant units each amenable to being isolated from or arranged with every other. —Lane Relyea, Your Everyday Art World
Each remark crouches like a wolf ready to pounce, for the one who can hear what he is saying. —Lars Iyer, Wittgenstein Jr
He would greet me like an old friend—an anchor of sorts, to make sense of his existence—but not like a lover. —Jeff Vandermeer, Annihilation
They seemed to fulfil that role for each other; and although they were clearly married, I never caught one of them putting on an artificial or studiedly soppy expression, like some couples who have lived together for years and make a point of showing how much in love they still are, as if that somehow increased their value or embellished them. —Javier Marías, The Infatuations