My genes, my love, are rubber bands and rope; make yourself a structure you can live inside. Amen.” – Aimee Bender (Willful Creatures: Stories)
AIMEE BENDERKissing George was a little like rolling in caramel after spending years surviving off rice sticks.
More Aimee Bender Quotes
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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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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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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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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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The most so far, because she found the saddest thing of all to be the simple truth of her capacity to move on.
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As a writer you ask yourself to dream while awake.
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The wine glasses are empty except for that one undrinkable red spot at the bottom.
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While she cut the mushrooms, she cried more than she had at the grave.
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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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I was with them for all of it, but more like an echo than a participant.
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I give boring people something to discuss over corn.
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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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You can ruin anything if you focus at it.
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Before she knew it was candles, did she think she’d done it herself? With the amazing turns of her hips.
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Sometimes, she said, mostly to herself, I feel I do not know my children…
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