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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More Aimee Bender Quotes
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I’m obsessed with adolescence. I love to write about people in their 20s.
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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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There’s a gift in your lap and it’s beautifully wrapped and it’s not your birthday.
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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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The wine glasses are empty except for that one undrinkable red spot at the bottom.
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If everything kept to its normal progression, we would live with the sadness-cry and then walk-but what really breaks us cleanest are the losses that happen out of order.
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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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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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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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You feel wonderful, you feel like somebody knows you’re alive, you feel fear because it could be a bomb, because you think you’re that important.
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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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To see someone you love, in a bad setting, is one of the great barometers of gratitude.
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It seemed to happen in springs, the revealing of things.
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It’s such a fraught and exciting and kind of horrible time.
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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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