I give boring people something to discuss over corn.
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.
More Aimee Bender Quotes
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To see someone you love, in a bad setting, is one of the great barometers of gratitude.
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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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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 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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You can ruin anything if you focus at it.
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I am the drying meadow; you the unspoken apology; he is the fluctuating distance between mother and son.
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Not getting bored of my own story and/or character is one of the main struggles.
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You’re the perfect girl’, he said, rubbing his chin. ‘You expect nothing.
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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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We’re all getting too smart. Our brains are just getting bigger and bigger, and the world dries up and dies when there’s too much thought and not enough heart.
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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 knew if I ate anything of hers again, it would lkely tell me the same message: help me,
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I felt the crumpled paper that had taken the place of my lungs expand as if released from a fist.
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While she cut the mushrooms, she cried more than she had at the grave.
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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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