I felt the crumpled paper that had taken the place of my lungs expand as if released from a fist.
AIMEE BENDERBut I loved George in part because he believed me; because if I stood in a cold, plain room and yelled FIRE, he would walk over and ask me why.
More Aimee Bender Quotes
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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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Glen Hirshberg’s stories are haunting, absolutely, but not only because of the content.
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As soon as you laugh from nerves or make a joke or say something just to say something or get all involved with the bushes, then you blow open a window in your house of desire and it can’t heat up as well. Cold draft comes in.
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I admired that stride; it was like he folded space in two with it.
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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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It’s a pleasure to dive into Hirshberg’s storytelling skills in American Morons.
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I watched as she added a question mark at the end. Arc, line, space, dot.
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But the sky is interesting, it changes all the time.
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You’re the perfect girl’, he said, rubbing his chin. ‘You expect nothing.
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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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While she cut the mushrooms, she cried more than she had at the grave.
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The wine glasses are empty except for that one undrinkable red spot at the bottom.
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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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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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I was right at the edge of their circle, like the tail of a Q…
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