My genes, my love, are rubber bands and rope; make yourself a structure you can live inside. Amen.” – Aimee Bender (Willful Creatures: Stories)
AIMEE BENDERMy genes, my love, are rubber bands and rope; make yourself a structure you can live inside. Amen.” – Aimee Bender (Willful Creatures: Stories)
AIMEE BENDERI didn’t mind the quiet stretches. It was like we were trying out the idea of being side by side.
AIMEE BENDERIt is so often surprising, who rescues you at your lowest moments.
AIMEE BENDERMy eyelids are my own private cave, he murmured. That I can go to anytime I want.
AIMEE BENDERA Dorito asks nothing of you, which is its great gift. It only asks that you are not there.
AIMEE BENDERYou can ruin anything if you focus at it.
AIMEE BENDERYou try, you seem totally nuts, you go underground.
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.
AIMEE BENDERI have had with novel writing, and I have put to bed big chunks of work that just didn’t sustain my interest.
AIMEE BENDERBefore she knew it was candles, did she think she’d done it herself? With the amazing turns of her hips.
AIMEE BENDERKissing George was a little like rolling in caramel after spending years surviving off rice sticks.
AIMEE BENDERIt seemed to happen in springs, the revealing of things.
AIMEE BENDERI don’t think so, I don’t agree. The most unbearable thing I think by far, she said, is hope.
AIMEE BENDERSometimes, she said, mostly to herself, I feel I do not know my children…
AIMEE BENDERThe most so far, because she found the saddest thing of all to be the simple truth of her capacity to move on.
AIMEE BENDERAs 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.
AIMEE BENDER