It is so often surprising, who rescues you at your lowest moments.
AIMEE BENDERI’m obsessed with adolescence. I love to write about people in their 20s.
More Aimee Bender Quotes
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This is why everyone who eats a Whopper leaves a little more depressed than they were when they came in. Nobody cooked that burger.
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I give boring people something to discuss over corn.
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I am not happy, help me — like a message in a bottle sent in each meal to the eater, and I got it. I got the message.
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Light is good company, when alone; I took my comfort where I found it, and the warmest yellow bulb in the living-room lamp had become a kind of radiant babysitter all its own.
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There’s a gift in your lap and it’s beautifully wrapped and it’s not your birthday.
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Sometimes, she said, mostly to herself, I feel I do not know my children…
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It seemed to happen in springs, the revealing of things.
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As soon as you laugh from nerves or make a joke or say something just to say something or get all involved with the bushes, then you blow open a window in your house of desire and it can’t heat up as well. Cold draft comes in.
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Listen. Look. Desire is a house. Desire needs closed space. Desire runs out of doors or windows, or slats or pinpricks, it can’t fit under the sky, too large. Close the doors. Close the windows.
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You feel wonderful, you feel like somebody knows you’re alive, you feel fear because it could be a bomb, because you think you’re that important.
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I don’t think so, I don’t agree. The most unbearable thing I think by far, she said, is hope.
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My eyelids are my own private cave, he murmured. That I can go to anytime I want.
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It is all about numbers. It is all about sequence. It’s the mathematical logic of being alive.
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The most so far, because she found the saddest thing of all to be the simple truth of her capacity to move on.
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With my hand in his, I looked at all the apartment buildings with rushes of love, peering in the wide streetside windows that revealed living rooms painted in dark burgandies and matte reds.
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