Mom loved my brother more. Not that she didn’t love me – I felt the wash of her love every day.
AIMEE BENDERLight 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.
More Aimee Bender Quotes
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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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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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When the light at Vernon turned green, we stepped into the street and George grabbed my hand and the ghosts of our younger selves crossed with us.
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As a writer you ask yourself to dream while awake.
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It was a fleeting statement, one I didn’t think she’d hold on to; after all, she had birthed us alone, diapered and fed us, helped us with homework, kissed and hugged us, poured her love into us.
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Kissing George was a little like rolling in caramel after spending years surviving off rice sticks.
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It is all about numbers. It is all about sequence. It’s the mathematical logic of being alive.
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Mom flipped through the magazines like the pages needed to be slapped.
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It is so often surprising, who rescues you at your lowest moments.
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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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I am the drying meadow; you the unspoken apology; he is the fluctuating distance between mother and son.
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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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But the sky is interesting, it changes all the time.
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My genes, my love, are rubber bands and rope; make yourself a structure you can live inside. Amen.” – Aimee Bender (Willful Creatures: Stories)
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Listen. Look. Desire is a house. Desire needs closed space. Desire runs out of doors or windows, or slats or pinpricks, it can’t fit under the sky, too large. Close the doors. Close the windows.
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