But the sky is interesting, it changes all the time.
AIMEE BENDERAs 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.
More Aimee Bender Quotes
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I admired that stride; it was like he folded space in two with it.
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The most so far, because she found the saddest thing of all to be the simple truth of her capacity to move on.
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The wine glasses are empty except for that one undrinkable red spot at the bottom.
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Glen Hirshberg’s stories are haunting, absolutely, but not only because of the content.
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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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You’re the perfect girl’, he said, rubbing his chin. ‘You expect nothing.
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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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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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It seemed to happen in springs, the revealing of things.
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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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When language is treated beautifully and interestingly, it can feel good for the body: It’s nourishing; it’s rejuvenating.
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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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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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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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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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