Kissing George was a little like rolling in caramel after spending years surviving off rice sticks.
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I want to be violated by insight.
More Aimee Bender Quotes
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Kissing George was a little like rolling in caramel after spending years surviving off rice sticks.
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Not getting bored of my own story and/or character is one of the main struggles.
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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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When the light at Vernon turned green, we stepped into the street and George grabbed my hand and the ghosts of our younger selves crossed with us.
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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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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 knew if I ate anything of hers again, it would lkely tell me the same message: help me,
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Mom flipped through the magazines like the pages needed to be slapped.
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I was right at the edge of their circle, like the tail of a Q…
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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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You can ruin anything if you focus at it.
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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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But the sky is interesting, it changes all the 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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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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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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