When language is treated beautifully and interestingly, it can feel good for the body: It’s nourishing; it’s rejuvenating.
AIMEE BENDERThat she might not actually know us seemed the humblest thing a mother could admit.
More Aimee Bender Quotes
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That’s the thing with handmade items. They still have the person’s mark on them, and when you hold them, you feel less alone.
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It’s such a fraught and exciting and kind of horrible time.
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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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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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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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It is all about numbers. It is all about sequence. It’s the mathematical logic of being alive.
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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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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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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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It seemed to happen in springs, the revealing of things.
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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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I was with them for all of it, but more like an echo than a participant.
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Glen Hirshberg’s stories are haunting, absolutely, but not only because of the content.
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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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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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