I was with them for all of it, but more like an echo than a participant.
AIMEE BENDERIt 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.
More Aimee Bender Quotes
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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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You try, you seem totally nuts, you go underground.
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This is why everyone who eats a Whopper leaves a little more depressed than they were when they came in. Nobody cooked that burger.
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The writing I tend to think of as ‘good’ is good because it’s mysterious.
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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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That at the same time of this very intimate act of concentrating so carefully on the details of our mother’s palm and fingertips.
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You’re the perfect girl’, he said, rubbing his chin. ‘You expect nothing.
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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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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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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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I watched as she added a question mark at the end. Arc, line, space, dot.
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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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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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When language is treated beautifully and interestingly, it can feel good for the body: It’s nourishing; it’s rejuvenating.
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With my hand in his, I looked at all the apartment buildings with rushes of love, peering in the wide streetside windows that revealed living rooms painted in dark burgandies and matte reds.
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