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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More Aimee Bender Quotes
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I give boring people something to discuss over corn.
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The writing I tend to think of as ‘good’ is good because it’s mysterious.
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I was right at the edge of their circle, like the tail of a Q…
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My lover is experiencing reverse evolution.
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Many kids, it seemed, would find out that their parents were flawed, messed-up people later in life, and I didn’t appreciate getting to know it all so strong and early.
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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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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 genes, my love, are rubber bands and rope; make yourself a structure you can live inside. Amen.” – Aimee Bender (Willful Creatures: Stories)
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As a writer you ask yourself to dream while awake.
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It seemed to happen in springs, the revealing of things.
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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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That she might not actually know us seemed the humblest thing a mother could admit.
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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 knew if I ate anything of hers again, it would lkely tell me the same message: help me,
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We hit the sidewalk, and dropped hands. How I wished, right then, that the whole world was a street.
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