And the warmth of the music inside her, did she believe, for even one glorious second, that her passion had arrived?
AIMEE BENDERBut 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.
More Aimee Bender Quotes
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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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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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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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Language is the ticket to plot and character, after all, because both are built out of language.
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You feel wonderful, you feel like somebody knows you’re alive, you feel fear because it could be a bomb, because you think you’re that important.
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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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A Dorito asks nothing of you, which is its great gift. It only asks that you are not there.
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Not getting bored of my own story and/or character is one of the main struggles.
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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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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 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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While she cut the mushrooms, she cried more than she had at the grave.
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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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I’m obsessed with adolescence. I love to write about people in their 20s.
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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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