And the warmth of the music inside her, did she believe, for even one glorious second, that her passion had arrived?
AIMEE BENDERTo see someone you love, in a bad setting, is one of the great barometers of gratitude.
More Aimee Bender Quotes
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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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When language is treated beautifully and interestingly, it can feel good for the body: It’s nourishing; it’s rejuvenating.
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There’s a gift in your lap and it’s beautifully wrapped and it’s not your birthday.
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You can ruin anything if you focus at it.
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It is so often surprising, who rescues you at your lowest moments.
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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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It 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.
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As soon as you laugh from nerves or make a joke or say something just to say something or get all involved with the bushes, then you blow open a window in your house of desire and it can’t heat up as well. Cold draft comes in.
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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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I was right at the edge of their circle, like the tail of a Q…
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You try, you seem totally nuts, you go underground.
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I watched as she added a question mark at the end. Arc, line, space, dot.
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But what I kept wondering about is this: that first second when she felt her skirt burning, what did she think?
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But the sky is interesting, it changes all the time.
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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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