My genes, my love, are rubber bands and rope; make yourself a structure you can live inside. Amen.” – Aimee Bender (Willful Creatures: Stories)
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.
More Aimee Bender Quotes
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You can ruin anything if you focus at it.
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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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Mom loved my brother more. Not that she didn’t love me – I felt the wash of her love every day.
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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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Language is the ticket to plot and character, after all, because both are built out of language.
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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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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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She is the first gesture that creates a quiet that is full enough to make the baby sleep. My genes, my love, are rubber bands and rope; make yourself a structure you can live inside. Amen.
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But the sky is interesting, it changes all the time.
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Many kids, it seemed, would find out that their parents were flawed, messed-up people later in life, and I didn’t appreciate getting to know it all so strong and early.
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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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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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Large meadows are lovely for picnics and romping, but they are for the lighter feelings. Meadows do not make me want to write.
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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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That’s the thing with handmade items. They still have the person’s mark on them, and when you hold them, you feel less alone.
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