Before she knew it was candles, did she think she’d done it herself? With the amazing turns of her hips.
AIMEE BENDERI watched as she added a question mark at the end. Arc, line, space, dot.
More Aimee Bender Quotes
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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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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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I don’t think so, I don’t agree. The most unbearable thing I think by far, she said, is hope.
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Mom loved my brother more. Not that she didn’t love me – I felt the wash of her love every day.
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The wine glasses are empty except for that one undrinkable red spot at the bottom.
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It’s a pleasure to dive into Hirshberg’s storytelling skills in American Morons.
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Not getting bored of my own story and/or character is one of the main struggles.
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Sometimes, she said, mostly to herself, I feel I do not know my children…
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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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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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Glen Hirshberg’s stories are haunting, absolutely, but not only because of the content.
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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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To see someone you love, in a bad setting, is one of the great barometers of gratitude.
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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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My eyelids are my own private cave, he murmured. That I can go to anytime I want.
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and I get refill number three or four and the wine is making my bones loose and it’s giving my hair a red sheen and my breasts are blooming and my eyes feel sultry and wise and the dress is water.
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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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I felt the crumpled paper that had taken the place of my lungs expand as if released from a fist.
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I was with them for all of it, but more like an echo than a participant.
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It was like we were exchanging codes, on how to be a father and a daughter, like we’d read about it in a manual, translated from another language, and were doing our best with what we could understand.
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We’re all getting too smart. Our brains are just getting bigger and bigger, and the world dries up and dies when there’s too much thought and not enough heart.
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It’s such a fraught and exciting and kind of horrible time.
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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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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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You try, you seem totally nuts, you go underground.
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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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