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.
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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A Dorito asks nothing of you, which is its great gift. It only asks that you are not there.
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You can ruin anything if you focus at it.
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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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While she cut the mushrooms, she cried more than she had at the grave.
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I want to be violated by insight.
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Mom flipped through the magazines like the pages needed to be slapped.
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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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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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That she might not actually know us seemed the humblest thing a mother could admit.
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The wine glasses are empty except for that one undrinkable red spot at the bottom.
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It was a fleeting statement, one I didn’t think she’d hold on to; after all, she had birthed us alone, diapered and fed us, helped us with homework, kissed and hugged us, poured her love into us.
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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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To see someone you love, in a bad setting, is one of the great barometers of gratitude.
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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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My eyelids are my own private cave, he murmured. That I can go to anytime I want.
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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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I am the drying meadow; you the unspoken apology; he is the fluctuating distance between mother and son.
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But I loved George in part because he believed me; because if I stood in a cold, plain room and yelled FIRE, he would walk over and ask me why.
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I felt the crumpled paper that had taken the place of my lungs expand as if released from a fist.
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It is so often surprising, who rescues you at your lowest moments.
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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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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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I didn’t mind the quiet stretches. It was like we were trying out the idea of being side by side.
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I watched as she added a question mark at the end. Arc, line, space, dot.
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I’m obsessed with adolescence. I love to write about people in their 20s.
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Before she knew it was candles, did she think she’d done it herself? With the amazing turns of her hips.
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