This is why everyone who eats a Whopper leaves a little more depressed than they were when they came in. Nobody cooked that burger.
AIMEE BENDERLanguage is the ticket to plot and character, after all, because both are built out of language.
More Aimee Bender Quotes
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Sometimes, she said, mostly to herself, I feel I do not know my children…
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We’re all getting too smart. Our brains are just getting bigger and bigger, and the world dries up and dies when there’s too much thought and not enough heart.
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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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Before she knew it was candles, did she think she’d done it herself? With the amazing turns of her hips.
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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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Glen Hirshberg’s stories are haunting, absolutely, but not only because of the content.
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I didn’t mind the quiet stretches. It was like we were trying out the idea of being side by side.
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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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I admired that stride; it was like he folded space in two with it.
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I felt the crumpled paper that had taken the place of my lungs expand as if released from a fist.
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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.
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You try, you seem totally nuts, you go underground.
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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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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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When the light at Vernon turned green, we stepped into the street and George grabbed my hand and the ghosts of our younger selves crossed with us.
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