She is the first gesture that creates a quiet that is full enough to make the baby sleep. My genes, my love, are rubber bands and rope; make yourself a structure you can live inside. Amen.
AIMEE BENDERIt is all about numbers. It is all about sequence. It’s the mathematical logic of being alive.
More Aimee Bender Quotes
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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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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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A Dorito asks nothing of you, which is its great gift. It only asks that you are not there.
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I watched as she added a question mark at the end. Arc, line, space, dot.
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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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You’re the perfect girl’, he said, rubbing his chin. ‘You expect nothing.
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It seemed to happen in springs, the revealing of things.
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But the sky is interesting, it changes all the time.
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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 give boring people something to discuss over corn.
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I was with them for all of it, but more like an echo than a participant.
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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 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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As soon as you laugh from nerves or make a joke or say something just to say something or get all involved with the bushes, then you blow open a window in your house of desire and it can’t heat up as well. Cold draft comes in.
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There’s a gift in your lap and it’s beautifully wrapped and it’s not your birthday.
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