There’s a gift in your lap and it’s beautifully wrapped and it’s not your birthday.
AIMEE BENDERI have had with novel writing, and I have put to bed big chunks of work that just didn’t sustain my interest.
More Aimee Bender Quotes
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Not getting bored of my own story and/or character is one of the main struggles.
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Glen Hirshberg’s stories are haunting, absolutely, but not only because of the content.
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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.
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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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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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I didn’t mind the quiet stretches. It was like we were trying out the idea of being side by side.
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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 knew if I ate anything of hers again, it would lkely tell me the same message: help me,
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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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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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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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I admired that stride; it was like he folded space in two with it.
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My lover is experiencing reverse evolution.
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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.
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