Sunday, February 14, 2010

Figurative Language

"It's the brilliant green-and-yellow uniform that gives me away, like prison clothes on a fugitive."

"There were giant bald patches from where his hands slip and I looked like a mental patient."

"On the coldest nights, when my eyelashes became icicles,..."

"To be a circus freak, it was an act of raw cruelty well within my father's emotional range."

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