It is so often surprising, who rescues you at your lowest moments.
AIMEE BENDERAs a writer you ask yourself to dream while awake.
More Aimee Bender Quotes
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It was like we were exchanging codes, on how to be a father and a daughter, like we’d read about it in a manual, translated from another language, and were doing our best with what we could understand.
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Glen Hirshberg’s stories are haunting, absolutely, but not only because of the content.
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While she cut the mushrooms, she cried more than she had at the grave.
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The wine glasses are empty except for that one undrinkable red spot at the bottom.
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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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That she might not actually know us seemed the humblest thing a mother could admit.
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Mom flipped through the magazines like the pages needed to be slapped.
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She is the first gesture that creates a quiet that is full enough to make the baby sleep. My genes, my love, are rubber bands and rope; make yourself a structure you can live inside. Amen.
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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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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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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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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 was right at the edge of their circle, like the tail of a Q…
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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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Pouring over me, but it was a different kind, siphoned from a different, and tamer, body of water. I was her darling daughter; Joseph was her it.
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