While she cut the mushrooms, she cried more than she had at the grave.
AIMEE BENDERWhen 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.
More Aimee Bender Quotes
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I give boring people something to discuss over corn.
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I felt the crumpled paper that had taken the place of my lungs expand as if released from a fist.
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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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I want to be violated by insight.
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I am the drying meadow; you the unspoken apology; he is the fluctuating distance between mother and son.
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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.
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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 admired that stride; it was like he folded space in two with it.
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We’re all getting too smart. Our brains are just getting bigger and bigger, and the world dries up and dies when there’s too much thought and not enough heart.
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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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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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Mom loved my brother more. Not that she didn’t love me – I felt the wash of her love every day.
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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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It is so often surprising, who rescues you at your lowest moments.
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