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.
AIMEE BENDERThat she might not actually know us seemed the humblest thing a mother could admit.
More Aimee Bender Quotes
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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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While she cut the mushrooms, she cried more than she had at the grave.
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It is so often surprising, who rescues you at your lowest moments.
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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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It’s a pleasure to dive into Hirshberg’s storytelling skills in American Morons.
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But the sky is interesting, it changes all the time.
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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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Mom loved my brother more. Not that she didn’t love me – I felt the wash of her love every day.
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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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Kissing George was a little like rolling in caramel after spending years surviving off rice sticks.
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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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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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Mom flipped through the magazines like the pages needed to be slapped.
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The most so far, because she found the saddest thing of all to be the simple truth of her capacity to move on.
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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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