Quotes About Metaphor

I closed my eyes and listened to the waves. Thousands of fish out there, eating each other. Endless mouths and assholes swallowing and shitting. The whole earth was nothing but mouths and assholes swallowing and shitting, and fucking.

DEATH COMES SLOWLY LIKE ANTS TO A FALLEN FIG

I was like a turd that drew flies instead of like a flower that butterflies and bees desired.

Love… Is like trying to carry a full garbage can on your back over a rushing river of piss.

the sack of kittens sinking in the icy creek increases the cold

I've gotten very alert not just to mixed metaphor but to any writing mistake.

Writing about music really is like dancing about architecture--and a good thing, too. Everything is like that.

Today was the dance contest, the one where Squidward takes over Spongebob's body...During the competition, Squidward gets a cramp and Spongebob's body ends up writhing on the floor in agony. The audience thinks this is pretty cool and gives him First Prize. Quite a metaphor. The person in the most pain wins. Does that mean I get a Blue Ribbon?

Quite a metaphor. The person in the most pain wins. Does that mean I get a Blue Ribbon?

Eating a raw oyster is like french kissing a mermaid.

Dip a slice of bread in batter. That's September: yellow, gold, soft and sticky. Fry the bread. Now you have October: chewier, drier, streaked with browns. The day in question fell somewhere in the middle of the french toast process.

At birth, we emerge from dream soup. At death, we sink back into dream soup. In between soups, there is a crossing of dry land. Life is a portage.

The Conch Shell´s tint was that of a vagina blowing bubble gum.

Consider the silent repose of the sausage as compared to the aggressiveness of bacon.

To an artist a metaphor is as real as a dollar.

Time brought along its secretary, memory, and space brought its brat, loneliness.

If love eats the donut, does time eat the hole?

Your petal from the salty rose

Using words to describe magic is like using a screwdriver to cut roast beef.

Pink is what red looks like when it kicks off its shoes and lets its hair down. -The Eight-Story Kiss

A myth, you ought to know, is a metaphoric method of describing, dramatizing, and condensing historical events and psychological states that are otherwise too complicated to be digested or appreciated by the prevailing society.

Bandaged in dirty clouds and seeping rabbit milk from a wound in its side, the sun rolls the stone from the tomb of night, to emerge—pale, blinking, but triumphant—into Easter's yard, somewhere between "Coca-Cola" and "IBMmmm.

Turn a mountain upside down, you have a woman. Turn a woman upside down, you have a valley. Turn a valley upside down, you get folk music.

Naked, she lay sprawled on her side like a shipwrecked cello.