“Like" and "like" and "like"--but what is the thing that lies beneath the semblance of the thing?”
“It lies like a leper in purple, it sits like a dead thing smeared with gold.”
“Hate looks just like everybody else until it smiles. Until it spins around and lies with lips and teeth carved into the semblance of something too passive to punch.”
“And dying is more natural than living, because what could be more unnatural than that panicstricken thing leaping and falling like a last flame beneath the ribs?”
“Reality is like a fruitcake; pretty enough to look at but with all sorts of nasty things lurking just beneath the surface.”
“We do not know what things look like. We know what things are like. It must be a very limiting thing,this seeing. -Aunt Beast”