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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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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.
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You try, you seem totally nuts, you go underground.
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Nuts Trying Seem Totally Underground
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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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 admired that stride; it was like he folded space in two with it.
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Admire Fold Like Space Stride Two
While she cut the mushrooms, she cried more than she had at the grave.
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Cry Cut Cutting Grave Moving Mushroom Simple
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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Idea Mind Quite Side Stretch Trying
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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Band Gene Inside Love Rope Rubber Story
Kissing George was a little like rolling in caramel after spending years surviving off rice sticks.
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I’m obsessed with adolescence. I love to write about people in their 20s.
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Adolescence Kind Obsess People Twenties Write
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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Feeling Lighter Lovely Meadow Picnic Romp Writing
We hit the sidewalk, and dropped hands. How I wished, right then, that the whole world was a street.
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Drop Hand Hit Sidewalk Street Wish World
It is so often surprising, who rescues you at your lowest moments.
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But what I kept wondering about is this: that first second when she felt her skirt burning, what did she think?
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It’s such a fraught and exciting and kind of horrible time.
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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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