I was with them for all of it, but more like an echo than a participant.
AIMEE BENDERAs a writer you ask yourself to dream while awake.
More Aimee Bender Quotes
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It’s such a fraught and exciting and kind of horrible time.
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I knew if I ate anything of hers again, it would lkely tell me the same message: help me,
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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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I give boring people something to discuss over corn.
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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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But the sky is interesting, it changes all the 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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That’s the thing with handmade items. They still have the person’s mark on them, and when you hold them, you feel less alone.
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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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The writing I tend to think of as ‘good’ is good because it’s mysterious.
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We hit the sidewalk, and dropped hands. How I wished, right then, that the whole world was a street.
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Light is good company, when alone; I took my comfort where I found it, and the warmest yellow bulb in the living-room lamp had become a kind of radiant babysitter all its own.
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It seemed to happen in springs, the revealing of things.
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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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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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