metaphor

It was my turn to be silent while a small family of moments crossed my path, single file, from the left, sticking their tongues out at me.

I couldn't decide what kind of person she was, whether she was one of those insects that look exactly like wasps but aren't . . . I just wanted to know if she would sting.

Love is a piano dropped from a four story window and you were in the wrong place at the wrong time. -Two Little Girls (Little Plastic Castle)

It is the job of the market to turn the base material of our emotions into gold.

Is that true," I asked, "that song?""It is a metaphor," said Mrs. Davis, "it has metaphorical truth.""And the end of the mechanical age," I said, "is that a metaphor?""The end of the mechanical age," said Mrs. Davis, "is in my judgment an actuality straining to become a metaphor. One must wish it luck, I suppose. One must cheer it on. Intellectual rigor demands that we give these damned metaphors every chance, even if they are inimical to personal well-being and comfort. We have a duty to understand everything, whether we like it or not__ duty I would scant if I could." At that moment the water jumped into the boat and sank us.

The psychotic drowns in the same waters in which the mystic swims with delight.

They say the eyes are the window to the soul.

My master gives me bread and beer and every good thing.

I always think of each night as a song. Or each moment as a song. But now I'm seeing we don't live in a single song. We move from song to song, from lyric to lyric, from chord to chord. There is no ending here. It's an infinite playlist.

Desiring the exhilarations of changes: The motive for metaphor, shrinking fromThe weight of primary noon ...

The winged word. The mercurial word. The word that is both moth and lamp. The word that is itself and more. the associative word light with meanings. The word not netted by meaning. The exact word wide. The word not whore nor cenobite. The word unlied.

Nanny's words made Janie's kiss across the gatepost seem like a manure pile after a rain

The motive for metaphor ... is a desire to associate, and finally to identify, the human mind with what goes on outside it, because the only genuine joy you can have is in those rare moments when you feel that although we may know in part, as Paul says, we are also a part of what we know.

I__ going to destroy you, little man!" Sourcefield yelled after me. "I__l rip you apart like a piece of tissue paper in a hurricane!""Wow," I said, reaching an intersection and taking cover by an old mailbox."What?" Tia asked."That was a really good metaphor.

The buzzing was like the eager purr of a muscle car that had just been started, but left in neutral. That was another of Cody__ metaphors for it; I__ said the sensation felt like an unbalanced washing machine filled with a hundred epileptic chimpanzees. Pretty proud of that one.

She's all over us like maggots on garbage, just because I interfered with one pickpocket yesterday.

the road is life

You will never be missing to yourself and all you can do is delay, delay, delay and the delaying must be good enough for you and you must find a way to be fine with the delay because it is your whole life and the minute you really go missing is the minute you can no longer miss.