The writing I tend to think of as ‘good’ is good because it’s mysterious.
AIMEE BENDERMy genes, my love, are rubber bands and rope; make yourself a structure you can live inside. Amen.” – Aimee Bender (Willful Creatures: Stories)
More Aimee Bender Quotes
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I didn’t mind the quiet stretches. It was like we were trying out the idea of being side by side.
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But what I kept wondering about is this: that first second when she felt her skirt burning, what did she think?
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When the light at Vernon turned green, we stepped into the street and George grabbed my hand and the ghosts of our younger selves crossed with us.
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It was like we were exchanging codes, on how to be a father and a daughter, like we’d read about it in a manual, translated from another language, and were doing our best with what we could understand.
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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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Kissing George was a little like rolling in caramel after spending years surviving off rice sticks.
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We hit the sidewalk, and dropped hands. How I wished, right then, that the whole world was a street.
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It seems the best work I do is when I am really allowing the unconscious to rule the page and then later I can go back and hack around and make sense of things.
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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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It was a fleeting statement, one I didn’t think she’d hold on to; after all, she had birthed us alone, diapered and fed us, helped us with homework, kissed and hugged us, poured her love into us.
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Sometimes, she said, mostly to herself, I feel I do not know my children…
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I like birthday cake. It’s so symbolic. It’s a tempting symbol to load with something more complicated than just ‘Happy birthday!’ because it’s this emblem of childhood and a happy day.
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If everything kept to its normal progression, we would live with the sadness-cry and then walk-but what really breaks us cleanest are the losses that happen out of order.
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And the warmth of the music inside her, did she believe, for even one glorious second, that her passion had arrived?
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and I get refill number three or four and the wine is making my bones loose and it’s giving my hair a red sheen and my breasts are blooming and my eyes feel sultry and wise and the dress is water.
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