It is all about numbers. It is all about sequence. It’s the mathematical logic of being alive.
AIMEE BENDERI 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.
More Aimee Bender Quotes
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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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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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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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I want to be violated by insight.
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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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My lover is experiencing reverse evolution.
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You’re the perfect girl’, he said, rubbing his chin. ‘You expect nothing.
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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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Language is the ticket to plot and character, after all, because both are built out of language.
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I have had with novel writing, and I have put to bed big chunks of work that just didn’t sustain my interest.
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Sometimes, she said, mostly to herself, I feel I do not know my children…
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It seemed to happen in springs, the revealing of things.
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It’s such a fraught and exciting and kind of horrible time.
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The wine glasses are empty except for that one undrinkable red spot at the bottom.
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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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