Language is the ticket to plot and character, after all, because both are built out of language.
AIMEE BENDERWith 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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We hit the sidewalk, and dropped hands. How I wished, right then, that the whole world was a street.
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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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I was right at the edge of their circle, like the tail of a Q…
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I give boring people something to discuss over corn.
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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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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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The wine glasses are empty except for that one undrinkable red spot at the bottom.
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I want to be violated by insight.
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It’s a pleasure to dive into Hirshberg’s storytelling skills in American Morons.
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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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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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You’re the perfect girl’, he said, rubbing his chin. ‘You expect nothing.
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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 watched as she added a question mark at the end. Arc, line, space, dot.
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He was also removing all traces of any tiny leftover parts, and suddenly a ritual which I’d always found incestuous and gross seemed to me more like a desperate act on Joseph’s part to get out, to leave, to extract every little last remnant and bring it into open air.
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