First Pallas and now you,” the gray-haired man said, shaking his head at Nick. “It’s like I’m running a goddamn dating service around here.
Like a statue, I’m hairless. Also like a statue, I have hair. Let’s make love like a dandelion goes bald in the breeze.
When I first met Billy I thought about sucking his eyes right out of their sockets. They’re like turquoise gum drops.
Time falls on us, like rain, it falls like rain until we drown in it, and sometimes, it's like the drains overflow, and time just - pools up, it seeps, it gathers in the corners.
She didn't like being twelve. It felt like someplace between who she'd been and who she was about to be. It felt like no place at all.
I have this strange feeling none of this is really happening. Like I'm standing far away from myself. Like nothing is real. Have you ever had a feeling like that?
I like the sounds of words. Words are very enjoyable. I like words because they are... seductive. And I like words because they can contain... fantasies.
Memories are't like words; they're soft and gooey. Covered with a sticky slime, like a penis after sex, or your vagina when you menstruate, and shaped like tadpoles or tiny watersnakes
Love is like being featherless in mid flight and not even wondering if you taste like chicken. My love must taste like ostrich, because I’m always running from it.
I gather wisdom like a net gathers fish. And the more fish I get in my net, the more I feel like a chicken.
I didn’t need to be a writer to know that I could. Did you have to become a penis to act like a dick?
A culture which doesn't believe in region and religion is like a rock music, noise for old generation & nirvana for the young ones.
True love is wanting to spend the rest of your life with someone you would sometimes also like to strangle.
I've never seen grief like it. Grief like that, it's like an animal. She's not eating. She's not sleeping. She's whimpering. She's sluggish. She's not herself
I actually like how doctors talk. I like the sound of science. I like how words you don't understand explain things you can't understand.
I want to take all our best moments, put them in a jar, and take them out like cookies and savor each one of them forever.
I like to go to Starbucks and watch the intellectuals. I observe them and their intellectualness. They in turn observe me drinking coffee and being a creeper.
Making the hard to decision to throw away a once favorite bra is like deleting an ex-friend that repeatedly let you down.
The cat hair floated in the air like a sound vibration, and I plucked it like a guitar string. Sometimes I can be so musical I’m like a living love song.
Sweet are the uses of adversity Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head.
I like the men to wear the pants. I don't want to wear the pants. I like men who know what they want, know what they're doing, make their own decisions... As much as I like to be the controller, it's not in my best interest.
