I am not happy, help me — like a message in a bottle sent in each meal to the eater, and I got it. I got the message.
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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.
More Aimee Bender Quotes
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I am not happy, help me — like a message in a bottle sent in each meal to the eater, and I got it. I got the message.
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I was right at the edge of their circle, like the tail of a Q…
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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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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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But the sky is interesting, it changes all the time.
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I’m obsessed with adolescence. I love to write about people in their 20s.
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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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Glen Hirshberg’s stories are haunting, absolutely, but not only because of the content.
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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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There’s a gift in your lap and it’s beautifully wrapped and it’s not your birthday.
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Kissing George was a little like rolling in caramel after spending years surviving off rice sticks.
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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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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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But I loved George in part because he believed me; because if I stood in a cold, plain room and yelled FIRE, he would walk over and ask me why.
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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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I am the drying meadow; you the unspoken apology; he is the fluctuating distance between mother and son.
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