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.
AIMEE BENDERNot getting bored of my own story and/or character is one of the main struggles.
More Aimee Bender Quotes
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I watched as she added a question mark at the end. Arc, line, space, dot.
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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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The wine glasses are empty except for that one undrinkable red spot at the bottom.
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I want to be violated by insight.
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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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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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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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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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My eyelids are my own private cave, he murmured. That I can go to anytime I want.
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Large meadows are lovely for picnics and romping, but they are for the lighter feelings. Meadows do not make me want to write.
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And the warmth of the music inside her, did she believe, for even one glorious second, that her passion had arrived?
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I give boring people something to discuss over corn.
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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.
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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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