My genes, my love, are rubber bands and rope; make yourself a structure you can live inside. Amen.” – Aimee Bender (Willful Creatures: Stories)
AIMEE BENDERThat at the same time of this very intimate act of concentrating so carefully on the details of our mother’s palm and fingertips.
More Aimee Bender Quotes
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I’m obsessed with adolescence. I love to write about people in their 20s.
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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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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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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.
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It’s such a fraught and exciting and kind of horrible time.
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My lover is experiencing reverse evolution.
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I want to be violated by insight.
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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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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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It was like we were exchanging codes, on how to be a father and a daughter, like we’d read about it in a manual, translated from another language, and were doing our best with what we could understand.
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Kissing George was a little like rolling in caramel after spending years surviving off rice sticks.
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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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It seemed to happen in springs, the revealing of things.
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I was right at the edge of their circle, like the tail of a Q…
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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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