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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More Aimee Bender Quotes
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There’s a gift in your lap and it’s beautifully wrapped and it’s not your birthday.
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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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It is all about numbers. It is all about sequence. It’s the mathematical logic of being alive.
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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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To see someone you love, in a bad setting, is one of the great barometers of gratitude.
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I could feel the tears beginning to collect in my throat again, but I pushed them apart, away from each other. Tears are only a threat in groups.
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I have had with novel writing, and I have put to bed big chunks of work that just didn’t sustain my interest.
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I watched as she added a question mark at the end. Arc, line, space, dot.
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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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My lover is experiencing reverse evolution.
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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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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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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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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 not happy, help me — like a message in a bottle sent in each meal to the eater, and I got it. I got the message.
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