I peeled the skin off a grape in slippery little triangles, and I understood then that I would be undressing every item of food I could because my clothes would be staying on.
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 a writer you ask yourself to dream while awake.
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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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I was with them for all of it, but more like an echo than a participant.
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The most so far, because she found the saddest thing of all to be the simple truth of her capacity to move on.
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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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Many kids, it seemed, would find out that their parents were flawed, messed-up people later in life, and I didn’t appreciate getting to know it all so strong and early.
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Mom loved my brother more. Not that she didn’t love me – I felt the wash of her love every day.
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Sometimes, she said, mostly to herself, I feel I do not know my children…
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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 am not happy, help me — like a message in a bottle sent in each meal to the eater, and I got it. I got the message.
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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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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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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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There’s a gift in your lap and it’s beautifully wrapped and it’s not your birthday.
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My lover is experiencing reverse evolution.
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