It seemed to happen in springs, the revealing of things.
AIMEE BENDERI peeled the skin off a grape in slippery little triangles, and I understood then that I would be undressing every item of food I could because my clothes would be staying on.
More Aimee Bender Quotes
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It seemed to happen in springs, the revealing of things.
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That she might not actually know us seemed the humblest thing a mother could admit.
AIMEE BENDERThat she might not actually know us seemed the humblest thing a mother could admit.
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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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While she cut the mushrooms, she cried more than she had at the grave.
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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.
AIMEE BENDERI don’t think so, I don’t agree. The most unbearable thing I think by far, she said, is hope.
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To see someone you love, in a bad setting, is one of the great barometers of gratitude.
AIMEE BENDERTo see someone you love, in a bad setting, is one of the great barometers of gratitude.
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I was right at the edge of their circle, like the tail of a Q…
AIMEE BENDERI was right at the edge of their circle, like the tail of a Q…
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I admired that stride; it was like he folded space in two with it.
AIMEE BENDERI admired that stride; it was like he folded space in two with it.
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Language is the ticket to plot and character, after all, because both are built out of language.
AIMEE BENDERLanguage is the ticket to plot and character, after all, because both are built out of language.
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We hit the sidewalk, and dropped hands. How I wished, right then, that the whole world was a street.
AIMEE BENDERWe hit the sidewalk, and dropped hands. How I wished, right then, that the whole world was a street.
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There’s a gift in your lap and it’s beautifully wrapped and it’s not your birthday.
AIMEE BENDERThere’s a gift in your lap and it’s beautifully wrapped and it’s not your birthday.
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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.
AIMEE BENDERI 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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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.
AIMEE BENDERThe 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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The most so far, because she found the saddest thing of all to be the simple truth of her capacity to move on.
AIMEE BENDERThe 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 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.
AIMEE BENDERI 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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I knew if I ate anything of hers again, it would lkely tell me the same message: help me,
AIMEE BENDERI knew if I ate anything of hers again, it would lkely tell me the same message: help me,
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