When the light at Vernon turned green, we stepped into the street and George grabbed my hand and the ghosts of our younger selves crossed with us.
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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Sometimes, she said, mostly to herself, I feel I do not know my children…
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It’s a pleasure to dive into Hirshberg’s storytelling skills in American Morons.
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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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Mom flipped through the magazines like the pages needed to be slapped.
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It’s such a fraught and exciting and kind of horrible time.
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The wine glasses are empty except for that one undrinkable red spot at the bottom.
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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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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 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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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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But what I kept wondering about is this: that first second when she felt her skirt burning, what did she think?
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I was with them for all of it, but more like an echo than a participant.
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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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As a writer you ask yourself to dream while awake.
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