I was right at the edge of their circle, like the tail of a Q…
AIMEE BENDERYou 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.
More Aimee Bender Quotes
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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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You’re the perfect girl’, he said, rubbing his chin. ‘You expect nothing.
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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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I could feel the tears beginning to collect in my throat again, but I pushed them apart, away from each other. Tears are only a threat in groups.
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Language is the ticket to plot and character, after all, because both are built out of language.
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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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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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You can ruin anything if you focus at it.
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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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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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As a writer you ask yourself to dream while awake.
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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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My lover is experiencing reverse evolution.
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It is so often surprising, who rescues you at your lowest moments.
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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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