Mom loved my brother more. Not that she didn’t love me – I felt the wash of her love every day.
AIMEE BENDERIt 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.
More Aimee Bender Quotes
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It’s such a fraught and exciting and kind of horrible time.
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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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A Dorito asks nothing of you, which is its great gift. It only asks that you are not there.
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Not getting bored of my own story and/or character is one of the main struggles.
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Language is the ticket to plot and character, after all, because both are built out of language.
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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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You try, you seem totally nuts, you go underground.
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The writing I tend to think of as ‘good’ is good because it’s mysterious.
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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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It’s a pleasure to dive into Hirshberg’s storytelling skills in American Morons.
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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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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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You can ruin anything if you focus at it.
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That at the same time of this very intimate act of concentrating so carefully on the details of our mother’s palm and fingertips.
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That she might not actually know us seemed the humblest thing a mother could admit.
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