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.
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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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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A Dorito asks nothing of you, which is its great gift. It only asks that you are not there.
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You’re the perfect girl’, he said, rubbing his chin. ‘You expect nothing.
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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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The wine glasses are empty except for that one undrinkable red spot at the bottom.
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When language is treated beautifully and interestingly, it can feel good for the body: It’s nourishing; it’s rejuvenating.
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I give boring people something to discuss over corn.
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I’m obsessed with adolescence. I love to write about people in their 20s.
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Mom flipped through the magazines like the pages needed to be slapped.
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As a writer you ask yourself to dream while awake.
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And the warmth of the music inside her, did she believe, for even one glorious second, that her passion had arrived?
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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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You try, you seem totally nuts, you go underground.
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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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