I felt the crumpled paper that had taken the place of my lungs expand as if released from a fist.
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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That she might not actually know us seemed the humblest thing a mother could admit.
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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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You try, you seem totally nuts, you go underground.
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While she cut the mushrooms, she cried more than she had at the grave.
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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’s such a fraught and exciting and kind of horrible time.
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I don’t think so, I don’t agree. The most unbearable thing I think by far, she said, is hope.
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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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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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It is so often surprising, who rescues you at your lowest moments.
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The stories themselves haunt, they stick around, they linger, inhabiting a little corner of the reader’s brain and resurfacing to evoke mystery or sadness or longing.
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I admired that stride; it was like he folded space in two with it.
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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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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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Language is the ticket to plot and character, after all, because both are built out of language.
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