Like kids who only ever get socks for Christmas, but still believe with all their hearts in Santa.

Memories are bullets. Some whiz by and only spook you. Others tear you open and leave you in pieces.

Metaphor is a slippery eel, if it wasn't for its shock I'd stick to the easy catch of prose.

They call it the drowning instinct. It's when drowning doesn't look like drowning. (pg. 241)

I'm going to be frank, Max...""Of course. All cards on the table." But he gave me a poker smile.

You're a marshmallow. Soft and sweet and when you get heated up you go all gooey and delicious."-

I will turn human anatomy into roses and stars and sea. I will dissect the beloveds body in metaphor.

Every word was a singing sparrow, a magic trick, a truffle for me. The words made me laugh in delight.

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

You put the thing that does the killing between your teeth, but you never give it the power to kill you

In short, philosophical theories are largely the product of the hidden hand of the cognitive unconscious.

Bil ki Cafer, ben geleceği görüyorum diyen, her zulmü kendisine hak görecektir.!

Time and sunshine healed a sore, but the process was slow, and new boils appeared if I didn't stay dry.

As the new Adam, it might be said, his final act was to cast the Apple of Knowledge into the deep blue sea.

A smile is like a simile, if you have a mouth like a metaphor. That would make for like the best kiss ever.