But the sky is interesting, it changes all the time.
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More Aimee Bender Quotes
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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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We hit the sidewalk, and dropped hands. How I wished, right then, that the whole world was a street.
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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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I knew if I ate anything of hers again, it would lkely tell me the same message: help me,
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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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Many kids, it seemed, would find out that their parents were flawed, messed-up people later in life, and I didn’t appreciate getting to know it all so strong and early.
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While she cut the mushrooms, she cried more than she had at the grave.
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Glen Hirshberg’s stories are haunting, absolutely, but not only because of the content.
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Not getting bored of my own story and/or character is one of the main struggles.
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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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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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Kissing George was a little like rolling in caramel after spending years surviving off rice sticks.
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The wine glasses are empty except for that one undrinkable red spot at the bottom.
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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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I am the drying meadow; you the unspoken apology; he is the fluctuating distance between mother and son.
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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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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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It was like we were exchanging codes, on how to be a father and a daughter, like we’d read about it in a manual, translated from another language, and were doing our best with what we could understand.
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It’s a pleasure to dive into Hirshberg’s storytelling skills in American Morons.
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When language is treated beautifully and interestingly, it can feel good for the body: It’s nourishing; it’s rejuvenating.
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I admired that stride; it was like he folded space in two with it.
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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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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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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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My eyelids are my own private cave, he murmured. That I can go to anytime I want.
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