It is so often surprising, who rescues you at your lowest moments.
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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It seemed to happen in springs, the revealing of things.
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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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It seems the best work I do is when I am really allowing the unconscious to rule the page and then later I can go back and hack around and make sense of things.
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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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I was right at the edge of their circle, like the tail of a Q…
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I watched as she added a question mark at the end. Arc, line, space, dot.
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But the sky is interesting, it changes all the time.
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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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I peeled the skin off a grape in slippery little triangles, and I understood then that I would be undressing every item of food I could because my clothes would be staying on.
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You’re the perfect girl’, he said, rubbing his chin. ‘You expect nothing.
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As a writer you ask yourself to dream while awake.
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You try, you seem totally nuts, you go underground.
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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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The writing I tend to think of as ‘good’ is good because it’s mysterious.
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