A Collection of Similes

I like Similes.

So much so that I wrote about them here.

I’ve decided to record my favourite here. Feel free to add your own in the comments section:

• …the sun rose out of nothing like the head of a great red phallus until it cleared the unseen rim and sat squat and pulsing and malevolent behind them. (Cormac McCarthy, Blood Meridian)

• …the snow-covered hills rippled away into the distance ‘like muscle’. (Lawrence, cited by Orwell, The Road to Wigan Pier)

• The woman let out an expansive laugh that resounded through the house like a spray of broken glass. (Gabriel Garcia Marquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude)