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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.

Aimee Bender

Language is the ticket to plot and character, after all, because both are built out of language.
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Built Character Language Out Plot Ticket
There’s a gift in your lap and it’s beautifully wrapped and it’s not your birthday.
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Beautiful Birthday Important Lap Think Wrap
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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Air Careful Concentrate Detail Intimate Mother Palm Same Time
A Dorito asks nothing of you, which is its great gift. It only asks that you are not there.
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Ask Doritos Doubt Gift Great Nothing
I 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.
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Clothes Dating Grape Item Peel Skin Slippery Stay Triangle Understood Undressing
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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Burger Cook Depress Eat Everyone Leave Little More Nobody
I knew if I ate anything of hers again, it would lkely tell me the same message: help me,
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Anything Ate Bottle Help Likely Meal Message Same Tell
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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Around Brain Corner Evoke Inhabiting Mystery Reader Resurfacing Sad Stick Story
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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Idea Mind Quite Side Stretch Trying
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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Feeling Lighter Lovely Meadow Picnic Romp Writing
But 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.
AIMEE BENDER

Ask Believe Cold Fire Pain Part Room Why
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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Amen Baby Band Create Enough First Full Gesture Inside Love Make Rubber Sleep
My genes, my love, are rubber bands and rope; make yourself a structure you can live inside. Amen.” – Aimee Bender (Willful Creatures: Stories)
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Band Gene Inside Love Rope Rubber Story
It is so often surprising, who rescues you at your lowest moments.
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Lowest Moment Rescue Surprise
I was right at the edge of their circle, like the tail of a Q…
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Circle Edge Like Right Tail
If everything kept to its normal progression, we would live with the sadness-cry and then walk-but what really breaks us cleanest are the losses that happen out of order.
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Break Clean Cry Everything Happen Lose Normal Order Parent Progressive Walk

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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