To see someone you love, in a bad setting, is one of the great barometers of gratitude.
AIMEE BENDERIt seemed to happen in springs, the revealing of things.
More Aimee Bender Quotes
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Large meadows are lovely for picnics and romping, but they are for the lighter feelings. Meadows do not make me want to write.
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I don’t think so, I don’t agree. The most unbearable thing I think by far, she said, is hope.
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That she might not actually know us seemed the humblest thing a mother could admit.
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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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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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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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I didn’t mind the quiet stretches. It was like we were trying out the idea of being side by side.
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But the sky is interesting, it changes all the time.
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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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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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It’s such a fraught and exciting and kind of horrible time.
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He was also removing all traces of any tiny leftover parts, and suddenly a ritual which I’d always found incestuous and gross seemed to me more like a desperate act on Joseph’s part to get out, to leave, to extract every little last remnant and bring it into open air.
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Not getting bored of my own story and/or character is one of the main struggles.
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Sometimes, she said, mostly to herself, I feel I do not know my children…
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With 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.
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