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.
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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My genes, my love, are rubber bands and rope; make yourself a structure you can live inside. Amen.” – Aimee Bender (Willful Creatures: Stories)
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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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I was with them for all of it, but more like an echo than a participant.
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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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If everything kept to its normal progression, we would live with the sadness-cry and then walk-but what really breaks us cleanest are the losses that happen out of order.
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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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A Dorito asks nothing of you, which is its great gift. It only asks that you are not there.
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While she cut the mushrooms, she cried more than she had at the grave.
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I give boring people something to discuss over corn.
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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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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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We’re all getting too smart. Our brains are just getting bigger and bigger, and the world dries up and dies when there’s too much thought and not enough heart.
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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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My eyelids are my own private cave, he murmured. That I can go to anytime I want.
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It’s a pleasure to dive into Hirshberg’s storytelling skills in American Morons.
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