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.
AIMEE BENDERand 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.
More Aimee Bender Quotes
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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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You can ruin anything if you focus at it.
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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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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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To see someone you love, in a bad setting, is one of the great barometers of gratitude.
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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 was right at the edge of their circle, like the tail of a Q…
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Not getting bored of my own story and/or character is one of the main struggles.
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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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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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There’s a gift in your lap and it’s beautifully wrapped and it’s not your birthday.
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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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Language is the ticket to plot and character, after all, because both are built out of language.
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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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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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