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 BENDERIf 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.
More Aimee Bender Quotes
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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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I watched as she added a question mark at the end. Arc, line, space, dot.
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Glen Hirshberg’s stories are haunting, absolutely, but not only because of the content.
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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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I didn’t mind the quiet stretches. It was like we were trying out the idea of being side by side.
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But the sky is interesting, it changes all the time.
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I peeled the skin off a grape in slippery little triangles, and I understood then that I would be undressing every item of food I could because my clothes would be staying on.
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Kissing George was a little like rolling in caramel after spending years surviving off rice sticks.
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It’s such a fraught and exciting and kind of horrible time.
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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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It’s a pleasure to dive into Hirshberg’s storytelling skills in American Morons.
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You can ruin anything if you focus at it.
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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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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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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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