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.
AIMEE BENDER- I was with them for all of it, but more like an echo than a participant.
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I was with them for all of it, but more like an echo than a participant.
More Aimee Bender Quotes
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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 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.
AIMEE BENDERIt 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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As a writer you ask yourself to dream while awake.
AIMEE BENDERAs a writer you ask yourself to dream while awake.
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But the sky is interesting, it changes all the time.
AIMEE BENDERBut the sky is interesting, it changes all the time.
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I felt the crumpled paper that had taken the place of my lungs expand as if released from a fist.
AIMEE BENDERI felt the crumpled paper that had taken the place of my lungs expand as if released from a fist.
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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.
AIMEE BENDERI don’t think so, I don’t agree. The most unbearable thing I think by far, she said, is hope.
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As 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.
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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Sometimes, she said, mostly to herself, I feel I do not know my children…
AIMEE BENDERSometimes, she said, mostly to herself, I feel I do not know my children…
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I am the drying meadow; you the unspoken apology; he is the fluctuating distance between mother and son.
AIMEE BENDERI am the drying meadow; you the unspoken apology; he is the fluctuating distance between mother and son.
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Pouring over me, but it was a different kind, siphoned from a different, and tamer, body of water. I was her darling daughter; Joseph was her it.
AIMEE BENDERPouring over me, but it was a different kind, siphoned from a different, and tamer, body of water. I was her darling daughter; Joseph was her it.
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The wine glasses are empty except for that one undrinkable red spot at the bottom.
AIMEE BENDERThe wine glasses are empty except for that one undrinkable red spot at the bottom.
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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.
AIMEE BENDERThe 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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Language is the ticket to plot and character, after all, because both are built out of language.
AIMEE BENDERLanguage is the ticket to plot and character, after all, because both are built out of language.
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It’s a pleasure to dive into Hirshberg’s storytelling skills in American Morons.
AIMEE BENDERIt’s a pleasure to dive into Hirshberg’s storytelling skills in American Morons.
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You can ruin anything if you focus at it.
AIMEE BENDERYou can ruin anything if you focus at it.
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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.
AIMEE BENDERLarge 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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