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.
AIMEE BENDERYou try, you seem totally nuts, you go underground.
More Aimee Bender Quotes
-
-
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.
AIMEE BENDER -
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.
AIMEE BENDER -
We hit the sidewalk, and dropped hands. How I wished, right then, that the whole world was a street.
AIMEE BENDER -
The wine glasses are empty except for that one undrinkable red spot at the bottom.
AIMEE BENDER -
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 BENDER -
My genes, my love, are rubber bands and rope; make yourself a structure you can live inside. Amen.” – Aimee Bender (Willful Creatures: Stories)
AIMEE BENDER -
My eyelids are my own private cave, he murmured. That I can go to anytime I want.
AIMEE BENDER -
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.
AIMEE BENDER -
I didn’t mind the quiet stretches. It was like we were trying out the idea of being side by side.
AIMEE BENDER -
To see someone you love, in a bad setting, is one of the great barometers of gratitude.
AIMEE BENDER -
Sometimes, she said, mostly to herself, I feel I do not know my children…
AIMEE BENDER -
I’m obsessed with adolescence. I love to write about people in their 20s.
AIMEE BENDER -
Large meadows are lovely for picnics and romping, but they are for the lighter feelings. Meadows do not make me want to write.
AIMEE BENDER -
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.
AIMEE BENDER -
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.
AIMEE BENDER