I was with them for all of it, but more like an echo than a participant.
AIMEE BENDERYou try, you seem totally nuts, you go underground.
More Aimee Bender Quotes
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The most so far, because she found the saddest thing of all to be the simple truth of her capacity to move on.
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There’s a gift in your lap and it’s beautifully wrapped and it’s not your birthday.
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I watched as she added a question mark at the end. Arc, line, space, dot.
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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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Not getting bored of my own story and/or character is one of the main struggles.
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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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To see someone you love, in a bad setting, is one of the great barometers of gratitude.
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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 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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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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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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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 is so often surprising, who rescues you at your lowest moments.
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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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You’re the perfect girl’, he said, rubbing his chin. ‘You expect nothing.
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