I was with them for all of it, but more like an echo than a participant.
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More Aimee Bender Quotes
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The stories themselves haunt, they stick around, they linger, inhabiting a little corner of the reader’s brain and resurfacing to evoke mystery or sadness or longing.
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I knew if I ate anything of hers again, it would lkely tell me the same message: help me,
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Glen Hirshberg’s stories are haunting, absolutely, but not only because of the content.
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and I get refill number three or four and the wine is making my bones loose and it’s giving my hair a red sheen and my breasts are blooming and my eyes feel sultry and wise and the dress is water.
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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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I am the drying meadow; you the unspoken apology; he is the fluctuating distance between mother and son.
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It’s a pleasure to dive into Hirshberg’s storytelling skills in American Morons.
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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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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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I don’t think so, I don’t agree. The most unbearable thing I think by far, she said, is hope.
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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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I was right at the edge of their circle, like the tail of a Q…
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The writing I tend to think of as ‘good’ is good because it’s mysterious.
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It is so often surprising, who rescues you at your lowest moments.
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It was a fleeting statement, one I didn’t think she’d hold on to; after all, she had birthed us alone, diapered and fed us, helped us with homework, kissed and hugged us, poured her love into us.
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