I’m obsessed with adolescence. I love to write about people in their 20s.
AIMEE BENDERThe 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.
More Aimee Bender Quotes
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As a writer you ask yourself to dream while awake.
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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 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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I am not happy, help me — like a message in a bottle sent in each meal to the eater, and I got it. I got the message.
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Sometimes, she said, mostly to herself, I feel I do not know my children…
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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 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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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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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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You can ruin anything if you focus at it.
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Glen Hirshberg’s stories are haunting, absolutely, but not only because of the content.
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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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I was right at the edge of their circle, like the tail of a Q…
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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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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.
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