When language is treated beautifully and interestingly, it can feel good for the body: It’s nourishing; it’s rejuvenating.
AIMEE BENDERSometimes, she said, mostly to herself, I feel I do not know my children…
More Aimee Bender Quotes
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You can ruin anything if you focus at it.
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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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It’s a pleasure to dive into Hirshberg’s storytelling skills in American Morons.
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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 seemed to happen in springs, the revealing of things.
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Kissing George was a little like rolling in caramel after spending years surviving off rice sticks.
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I admired that stride; it was like he folded space in two with it.
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But the sky is interesting, it changes all the time.
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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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We hit the sidewalk, and dropped hands. How I wished, right then, that the whole world was a street.
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My eyelids are my own private cave, he murmured. That I can go to anytime I want.
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I peeled the skin off a grape in slippery little triangles, and I understood then that I would be undressing every item of food I could because my clothes would be staying on.
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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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I felt the crumpled paper that had taken the place of my lungs expand as if released from a fist.
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That at the same time of this very intimate act of concentrating so carefully on the details of our mother’s palm and fingertips.
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