| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 3218ff2 | Summer was full on and the nights hot. It was like lying in warm syrup there in the dark under the viaduct, in the steady whine of gnats and nightbugs. | similie | Cormac McCarthy | |
| 4469918 | When the owner of the pig arrived he found a scrawny and bloodcovered white boychild standing on what was left of his property sawing at it with a knife and hauling on the skin and cursing. The dirty half flayed pig looked like something recovered from a shallow grave. | similie | Cormac McCarthy | |
| f6cd4cd | What else was filmmmaking about if not a series of perfect and potent images strung together like the words of a poem? | francesca-lia-block similie violet-claire | Francesca Lia Block |