I knew if I ate anything of hers again, it would lkely tell me the same message: help me,
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More Aimee Bender Quotes
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The writing I tend to think of as ‘good’ is good because it’s mysterious.
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To see someone you love, in a bad setting, is one of the great barometers of gratitude.
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I was right at the edge of their circle, like the tail of a Q…
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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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I felt the crumpled paper that had taken the place of my lungs expand as if released from a fist.
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When language is treated beautifully and interestingly, it can feel good for the body: It’s nourishing; it’s rejuvenating.
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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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I have had with novel writing, and I have put to bed big chunks of work that just didn’t sustain my interest.
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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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It was a fleeting statement, one I didn’t think she’d hold on to; after all, she had birthed us alone, diapered and fed us, helped us with homework, kissed and hugged us, poured her love into us.
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Kissing George was a little like rolling in caramel after spending years surviving off rice sticks.
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We hit the sidewalk, and dropped hands. How I wished, right then, that the whole world was a street.
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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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Many kids, it seemed, would find out that their parents were flawed, messed-up people later in life, and I didn’t appreciate getting to know it all so strong and early.
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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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