and I get refill number three or four and the wine is making my bones loose and it’s giving my hair a red sheen and my breasts are blooming and my eyes feel sultry and wise and the dress is water.
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More Aimee Bender Quotes
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A Dorito asks nothing of you, which is its great gift. It only asks that you are not there.
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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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It’s such a fraught and exciting and kind of horrible time.
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My eyelids are my own private cave, he murmured. That I can go to anytime I want.
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I was with them for all of it, but more like an echo than a participant.
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I like birthday cake. It’s so symbolic. It’s a tempting symbol to load with something more complicated than just ‘Happy birthday!’ because it’s this emblem of childhood and a happy day.
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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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Language is the ticket to plot and character, after all, because both are built out of language.
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It seems the best work I do is when I am really allowing the unconscious to rule the page and then later I can go back and hack around and make sense of things.
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Sometimes, she said, mostly to herself, I feel I do not know my children…
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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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But the sky is interesting, it changes all the time.
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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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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.
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