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.
AIMEE BENDERThat she might not actually know us seemed the humblest thing a mother could admit.
More Aimee Bender Quotes
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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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My lover is experiencing reverse evolution.
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You can ruin anything if you focus at 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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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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I am the drying meadow; you the unspoken apology; he is the fluctuating distance between mother and son.
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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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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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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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It is so often surprising, who rescues you at your lowest moments.
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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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He was also removing all traces of any tiny leftover parts, and suddenly a ritual which I’d always found incestuous and gross seemed to me more like a desperate act on Joseph’s part to get out, to leave, to extract every little last remnant and bring it into open air.
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As a writer you ask yourself to dream while awake.
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Before she knew it was candles, did she think she’d done it herself? With the amazing turns of her hips.
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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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