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.
AIMEE BENDERYou 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.
AIMEE BENDERI peeled the skin off a grape in slippery little triangles, and I understood then that I would be undressing every item of food I could because my clothes would be staying on.
AIMEE BENDERYou can ruin anything if you focus at it.
AIMEE BENDERThe most so far, because she found the saddest thing of all to be the simple truth of her capacity to move on.
AIMEE BENDERThe wine glasses are empty except for that one undrinkable red spot at the bottom.
AIMEE BENDERBut the sky is interesting, it changes all the time.
AIMEE BENDERI have had with novel writing, and I have put to bed big chunks of work that just didn’t sustain my interest.
AIMEE BENDERAs a writer you ask yourself to dream while awake.
AIMEE BENDERAs 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.
AIMEE BENDERThat she might not actually know us seemed the humblest thing a mother could admit.
AIMEE BENDERI want to be violated by insight.
AIMEE BENDERPouring over me, but it was a different kind, siphoned from a different, and tamer, body of water. I was her darling daughter; Joseph was her it.
AIMEE BENDERI was with them for all of it, but more like an echo than a participant.
AIMEE BENDERI watched as she added a question mark at the end. Arc, line, space, dot.
AIMEE BENDERI knew if I ate anything of hers again, it would lkely tell me the same message: help me,
AIMEE BENDERLight 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.
AIMEE BENDER