Quotes About Metaphor

Supposing truth is a woman -- what then?

Cuando quieren elevarse, ustedes miran hacia arriba; yo miro hacia abajo porque ya me encuentro en las alturas

Is nature a gigantic cat?

What matters is you're the blue butterfly. I'm… what? Come on, Professor, Dr. Maguire. You know all about metaphors and analogies and symbolism. You flew into my life, just landed in it unexpectedly. Maybe miraculously. And the picture formed. It just took me a while to see it.

Mathematics, which most of us see as the most factual of all sciences, constitutes the most colossal metaphor imaginable, and must be judged, aesthetically as well as intellectually in terms of the success of this metaphor.

I did not know that stories of life are often more like rivers than books.

I want two scars, one on each of my shoulder blades." He shrugged in confusion. "What do you mean?" "Two scars," I repeated, "for where my wings used to be, where my wings were torn away from me.

Something that's only metaphorically alive can never be literally dead.

Birds ate my face.

She said when a boy and a girl dog copulate, the head of the boy's penis swells and the vaginal muscles of the girl constrict. Even after sex, both dogs remain locked together, helpless and miserable for a brief period of time. The Mommy said this same scenario described most marriages.

If I had a tumor, I'd name it Marla.

Píse? Å alamounova, kapitola 7., verÅ¡ 2: Pupek tv?j jako koflík okrouhlý, ne bez nápoje; bÃ…â"¢icho tvé jako stoh pÅ¡enice obrostlý kvítím. V Bibli se v?bec dost míchá sex s jídlem.

Habéis pensado alguna vez que la vida es una metáfora de la televisión?

A floating catfish cake doesn't sink!

My own conscious ideal has been to delude the reader into accepting an impossibility, or series of impossibilities, by means of a sort of verbal black magic, in the achievement of which I make use of prose-rhythm, metaphor, simile, tone-color, counter-point, and other stylistic resources, like a sort of incantation.

We wouldn't eat an important person like you. Sometimes we'll take a sailor, but — He shrugged. — so would you if it was always fish.

Stickups were chops - they cook fast and hot, you're in and out. A stakeout was ribs - fire down low, slow, taking your time.

On describing balding - wild emigrating hair

Fiction is like a spider's web, attached ever so lightly perhaps, but still attached to life at all four corners.

I feel my brains, like a pear, to see if it's ripe; it will be exquisite by September.

Why, if one wants to compare life to anything, one must liken it to being blown through the Tube at fifty miles an hour - landing at the other end without a single hairpin in one's hair!

By the bold and running use of metaphor he will amplify and give us, not the thing itself, but the reverberation and reflection which, taken into his mind, the thing has made; close enough to the original to illustrate it, remote enough to heighten, enlarge, and make splendid.

Everything became softly amorphous, as if the china of the plate flowed and the steel of the knife were liquid. Meanwhile the concussion of the waves breaking fell with muffled thuds, like logs falling, on the shore.

The red carnation that stood in the vase on the table of the restaurant when we dined together with Percival is become a six-sided flower; made of six lives