.. a simile is not a lie, unless it is a bad simile.

His nostrils flared, he was breathing like a picadored bull.

I felt like one of Apollo's sacred cows- slow, dumb, and bright red.

One horse-laugh is worth ten-thousand syllogisms.

If I see anything that concerns me here, it's that the rhetoric went up a little bit in their response.

Anxiety's like a rocking chair. It gives you something to do, but it doesn't get you very far.