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.
AIMEE BENDERI 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.
More Aimee Bender Quotes
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Glen Hirshberg’s stories are haunting, absolutely, but not only because of the content.
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It seems the best work I do is when I am really allowing the unconscious to rule the page and then later I can go back and hack around and make sense of things.
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My lover is experiencing reverse evolution.
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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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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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I am the drying meadow; you the unspoken apology; he is the fluctuating distance between mother and son.
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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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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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You’re the perfect girl’, he said, rubbing his chin. ‘You expect nothing.
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Sometimes, she said, mostly to herself, I feel I do not know my children…
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But I loved George in part because he believed me; because if I stood in a cold, plain room and yelled FIRE, he would walk over and ask me why.
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I knew if I ate anything of hers again, it would lkely tell me the same message: help me,
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The writing I tend to think of as ‘good’ is good because it’s mysterious.
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Kissing George was a little like rolling in caramel after spending years surviving off rice sticks.
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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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