With my hand in his, I looked at all the apartment buildings with rushes of love, peering in the wide streetside windows that revealed living rooms painted in dark burgandies and matte reds.
AIMEE BENDERAs soon as you laugh from nerves or make a joke or say something just to say something or get all involved with the bushes, then you blow open a window in your house of desire and it can’t heat up as well. Cold draft comes in.
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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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I admired that stride; it was like he folded space in two with 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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This is why everyone who eats a Whopper leaves a little more depressed than they were when they came in. Nobody cooked that burger.
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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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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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The writing I tend to think of as ‘good’ is good because it’s mysterious.
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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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But the sky is interesting, it changes all the time.
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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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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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The most so far, because she found the saddest thing of all to be the simple truth of her capacity to move on.
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You 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.
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It’s such a fraught and exciting and kind of horrible time.
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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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That she might not actually know us seemed the humblest thing a mother could admit.
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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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It’s a pleasure to dive into Hirshberg’s storytelling skills in American Morons.
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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 seemed to happen in springs, the revealing of things.
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I want to be violated by insight.
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Light is good company, when alone; I took my comfort where I found it, and the warmest yellow bulb in the living-room lamp had become a kind of radiant babysitter all its own.
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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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Glen Hirshberg’s stories are haunting, absolutely, but not only because of the content.
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I watched as she added a question mark at the end. Arc, line, space, dot.
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Mom flipped through the magazines like the pages needed to be slapped.
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