Similes and some metaphors

P.114 "Dream like cluching rigidity in her fist"
P.113 "He felt his head turn like a stone"
P.114 "They rise like the midnight sun"
P.114 "There was a crash like the falling part of a dream"
P.115 "Spilled out like swan feathers"
P.112 "The books leapt and danced like roasted birds"
P.123 "The pains were spikes driven in the knee cap"
P.123 "The prickling was like someone blowing a spray of scalding water on that leg"
P.119 "There was a hiss like a great mouthful on a fiddle."
P.161 "The man lay gasping like a fish laid out on the grass"
P.119 "At last twisted in on himself like a charred wax doll"
P.120 "Like a single solid cloud of back-gray smoke blown at him in silence"
P.125 "He wanted to see the man alive and not burnt black there like a body shelled in a rathed body"
P.119 "Bobbling throthing as if salt had been poured over a monsterous black snail"
p.160 "The conclusion knocked the air across and down the river, turned the men over like dominos in a line"
P.160 "They turned, the face blanched meat"
P.126 "The boulevard was as clean as a surface of an arena"
P.130 "Fluttering like torn bits of paper in the sky"
P.120 "Blew out its interiour in a style flushing of red color like a sky rocket fastened to the seat"
P.121 "The house burnt like an ancient bit of stage scenery"
P.121 "The other was like a chunk of burnt pine log"
P.128 "He kept moving from hand to hand as if they were a poker hand he could not figure"
P.158 "Like grain thrown over the heavens by a great sowing hand"
P.158 "The enemy ships themselves we gone bits around the visiole world, like bullets which a savage islander might not believe"
P.129 "He could see the helicopters falling falling like the first flakes of snow"
P.141 "The normal automnal wind high, going by like another river"
P.142 "Under the ancient windmill that whirred like the sound of the passing years overhead"
P.142 "It would be hard to see her, but her face would be like the face of the girl so long ago in his past now."
P.143 "The stars poured over his sight like fluming meteors"
P.144 "There was a smell like a cut potato from all the woes"
P.144 "There was a smell like pickles from a bottle"
P.144 "And like parsley"
P.144 "There was a smell like carnations from the yard next door"
P.144 "Felt a weed rise up like a child brashing lion"

P.S. There may be some typos, because Kaans handwriting was fairly illegible.