This is why everyone who eats a Whopper leaves a little more depressed than they were when they came in. Nobody cooked that burger.
AIMEE BENDERI knew if I ate anything of hers again, it would lkely tell me the same message: help me,
More Aimee Bender Quotes
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Mom flipped through the magazines like the pages needed to be slapped.
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You can ruin anything if you focus at it.
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To see someone you love, in a bad setting, is one of the great barometers of gratitude.
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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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A Dorito asks nothing of you, which is its great gift. It only asks that you are not there.
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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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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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While she cut the mushrooms, she cried more than she had at the grave.
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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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I admired that stride; it was like he folded space in two with it.
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Not getting bored of my own story and/or character is one of the main struggles.
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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 watched as she added a question mark at the end. Arc, line, space, dot.
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It is so often surprising, who rescues you at your lowest moments.
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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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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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Sometimes, she said, mostly to herself, I feel I do not know my children…
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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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The most so far, because she found the saddest thing of all to be the simple truth of her capacity to move on.
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I want to be violated by insight.
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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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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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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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When language is treated beautifully and interestingly, it can feel good for the body: It’s nourishing; it’s rejuvenating.
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I give boring people something to discuss over corn.
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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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