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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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.
More Aimee Bender Quotes
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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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You try, you seem totally nuts, you go underground.
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I felt the crumpled paper that had taken the place of my lungs expand as if released from a fist.
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That’s the thing with handmade items. They still have the person’s mark on them, and when you hold them, you feel less alone.
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Mom flipped through the magazines like the pages needed to be slapped.
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It’s a pleasure to dive into Hirshberg’s storytelling skills in American Morons.
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I 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.
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Before she knew it was candles, did she think she’d done it herself? With the amazing turns of her hips.
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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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Sometimes, she said, mostly to herself, I feel I do not know my children…
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You’re the perfect girl’, he said, rubbing his chin. ‘You expect nothing.
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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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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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It is all about numbers. It is all about sequence. It’s the mathematical logic of being alive.
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It is so often surprising, who rescues you at your lowest moments.
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My eyelids are my own private cave, he murmured. That I can go to anytime I want.
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