| A | B |
|---|
| The streets were a furnace, the sun an executioner. | metaphor |
| But my heart is a lonely hunter that hunts on a lonely hill. | metaphor |
| Men's words are bullets, that their enemies take up and make use of against them. | metaphor |
| A man may break a word with you, sir, and words are but wind. | metaphor |
| The rain came down in long knitting needles. | metaphor |
| Memory is a crazy woman that hoards colored rags and throws away food. | metaphor |
| Life is like an onion: You peel it off one layer at a time, and sometimes you weep. | simile |
| My face looks like a wedding-cake left out in the rain. | simile |
| He looked about as inconspicuous as a tarantula on a slice of angel food. | simile |
| She dealt with moral problems as a cleaver deals with meat. | simile |
| She has a voice like a baritone sax issuing from an oil drum, and hams even with her silences. | simile |
| Good coffee is like friendship: rich and warm and strong. | simile |
| Life is rather like a tin of sardines: we're all of us looking for the key. | simile |
| Matt Leinart slid into the draft like a bald tire on black ice. | simile |
| The operation is over. On the table, the knife lies spent, on its side, the bloody meal smear-dried upon its flanks. The knife rests. | personification |
| The road isn't built that can make it breathe hard! | personification |
| Fear knocked on the door. Faith answered. There was no one there. | personification |
| Oreo: Milk’s favorite cookie. | personification |
| The only monster here is the gambling monster that has enslaved your mother! I call him Gamblor, and it's time to snatch your mother from his neon claws! | personification |
