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.
AIMEE BENDERThis is why everyone who eats a Whopper leaves a little more depressed than they were when they came in. Nobody cooked that burger.
More Aimee Bender Quotes
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and I get refill number three or four and the wine is making my bones loose and it’s giving my hair a red sheen and my breasts are blooming and my eyes feel sultry and wise and the dress is water.
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My lover is experiencing reverse evolution.
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I have had with novel writing, and I have put to bed big chunks of work that just didn’t sustain my interest.
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The writing I tend to think of as ‘good’ is good because it’s mysterious.
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You can ruin anything if you focus at it.
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I admired that stride; it was like he folded space in two with it.
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Large meadows are lovely for picnics and romping, but they are for the lighter feelings. Meadows do not make me want to write.
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He was also removing all traces of any tiny leftover parts, and suddenly a ritual which I’d always found incestuous and gross seemed to me more like a desperate act on Joseph’s part to get out, to leave, to extract every little last remnant and bring it into open air.
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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’s such a fraught and exciting and kind of horrible time.
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You’re the perfect girl’, he said, rubbing his chin. ‘You expect nothing.
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That she might not actually know us seemed the humblest thing a mother could admit.
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It is so often surprising, who rescues you at your lowest moments.
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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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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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