It’s such a fraught and exciting and kind of horrible time.
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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Kissing George was a little like rolling in caramel after spending years surviving off rice sticks.
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When language is treated beautifully and interestingly, it can feel good for the body: It’s nourishing; it’s rejuvenating.
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You can ruin anything if you focus at it.
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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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A Dorito asks nothing of you, which is its great gift. It only asks that you are not there.
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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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I could feel the tears beginning to collect in my throat again, but I pushed them apart, away from each other. Tears are only a threat in groups.
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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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That at the same time of this very intimate act of concentrating so carefully on the details of our mother’s palm and fingertips.
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Language is the ticket to plot and character, after all, because both are built out of language.
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I want to be violated by insight.
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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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Pouring 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.
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I give boring people something to discuss over corn.
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Mom flipped through the magazines like the pages needed to be slapped.
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