My genes, my love, are rubber bands and rope; make yourself a structure you can live inside. Amen.” – Aimee Bender (Willful Creatures: Stories)
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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I give boring people something to discuss over corn.
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That she might not actually know us seemed the humblest thing a mother could admit.
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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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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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Sometimes, she said, mostly to herself, I feel I do not know my children…
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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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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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Language is the ticket to plot and character, after all, because both are built out of language.
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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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Mom flipped through the magazines like the pages needed to be slapped.
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I like birthday cake. It’s so symbolic. It’s a tempting symbol to load with something more complicated than just ‘Happy birthday!’ because it’s this emblem of childhood and a happy day.
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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 could feel the tears beginning to collect in my throat again, but I pushed them apart, away from each other. Tears are only a threat in groups.
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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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The stories themselves haunt, they stick around, they linger, inhabiting a little corner of the reader’s brain and resurfacing to evoke mystery or sadness or longing.
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