It’s such a fraught and exciting and kind of horrible time.
AIMEE BENDERAnd the warmth of the music inside her, did she believe, for even one glorious second, that her passion had arrived?
More Aimee Bender Quotes
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That’s the thing with handmade items. They still have the person’s mark on them, and when you hold them, you feel less alone.
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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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That she might not actually know us seemed the humblest thing a mother could admit.
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I don’t think so, I don’t agree. The most unbearable thing I think by far, she said, is hope.
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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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As a writer you ask yourself to dream while awake.
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I was with them for all of it, but more like an echo than a participant.
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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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But 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.
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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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It seems the best work I do is when I am really allowing the unconscious to rule the page and then later I can go back and hack around and make sense of things.
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But the sky is interesting, it changes all the time.
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I’m obsessed with adolescence. I love to write about people in their 20s.
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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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