"For two hours the day had stood still; for two hours it had been anchored in a sea of molten lead."
"Then I fired four more times at the motionless body where the bullets lodged without leaving a trace. And it was like knocking for quick times on the door of unhappiness."
"Especially when the emptiness of a man's heart becomes, as we find it has in this man, an abyss threatening to swallow up society."
"Outside the gate stood the hearse. Varnished, glossy, and oblong, it reminded me of a pencil box."
I think they're all metaphors but I'm not sure. And then there's one more, of which I see as imagery. But I'm not sure:
"Then there was the church and the villagers on the sidewalks, the red geraniums on the graves in the cemetery, Perez fainting (he crumpled like a rag doll), [Yes I realize that the stuff in the parentheses is a simile lol], the blood-red earth spilling over Maman's casket, the white flesh of the roots mixed in with it, more people, voices, ... etc. etc."
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