I like birthday cake. It’s so symbolic. It’s a tempting symbol to load with something more complicated than just ‘Happy birthday!’ because it’s this emblem of childhood and a happy day.
AIMEE BENDERI give boring people something to discuss over corn.
More Aimee Bender Quotes
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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 watched as she added a question mark at the end. Arc, line, space, dot.
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That she might not actually know us seemed the humblest thing a mother could admit.
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Light is good company, when alone; I took my comfort where I found it, and the warmest yellow bulb in the living-room lamp had become a kind of radiant babysitter all its own.
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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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It seemed to happen in springs, the revealing of things.
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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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You try, you seem totally nuts, you go underground.
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Sometimes, she said, mostly to herself, I feel I do not know my children…
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That’s the thing with handmade items. They still have the person’s mark on them, and when you hold them, you feel less alone.
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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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I am the drying meadow; you the unspoken apology; he is the fluctuating distance between mother and son.
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Mom flipped through the magazines like the pages needed to be slapped.
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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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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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