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 what I kept wondering about is this: that first second when she felt her skirt burning, what did she think?
More Aimee Bender Quotes
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My lover is experiencing reverse evolution.
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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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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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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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The writing I tend to think of as ‘good’ is good because it’s mysterious.
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You try, you seem totally nuts, you go underground.
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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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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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I want to be violated by insight.
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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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It is so often surprising, who rescues you at your lowest moments.
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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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That she might not actually know us seemed the humblest thing a mother could admit.
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Pouring over me, but it was a different kind, siphoned from a different, and tamer, body of water. I was her darling daughter; Joseph was her it.
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