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.
AIMEE BENDERMany 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.
More Aimee Bender Quotes
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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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I am not happy, help me — like a message in a bottle sent in each meal to the eater, and I got it. I got the message.
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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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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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Not getting bored of my own story and/or character is one of the main struggles.
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It’s such a fraught and exciting and kind of horrible time.
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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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But the sky is interesting, it changes all the time.
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It seemed to happen in springs, the revealing of things.
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The writing I tend to think of as ‘good’ is good because it’s mysterious.
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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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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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My lover is experiencing reverse evolution.
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The stories themselves haunt, they stick around, they linger, inhabiting a little corner of the reader’s brain and resurfacing to evoke mystery or sadness or longing.
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Mom flipped through the magazines like the pages needed to be slapped.
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