Before she knew it was candles, did she think she’d done it herself? With the amazing turns of her hips.
AIMEE BENDERYou try, you seem totally nuts, you go underground.
More Aimee Bender Quotes
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When language is treated beautifully and interestingly, it can feel good for the body: It’s nourishing; it’s rejuvenating.
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I’m obsessed with adolescence. I love to write about people in their 20s.
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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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Large 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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It is so often surprising, who rescues you at your lowest moments.
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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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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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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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Kissing George was a little like rolling in caramel after spending years surviving off rice sticks.
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Glen Hirshberg’s stories are haunting, absolutely, but not only because of the content.
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I give boring people something to discuss over corn.
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We hit the sidewalk, and dropped hands. How I wished, right then, that the whole world was a street.
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It’s such a fraught and exciting and kind of horrible time.
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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 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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I am the drying meadow; you the unspoken apology; he is the fluctuating distance between mother and son.
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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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I like birthday cake. It’s so symbolic. It’s a tempting symbol to load with something more complicated than just ‘Happy birthday!’ because it’s this emblem of childhood and a happy day.
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I admired that stride; it was like he folded space in two with it.
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Mom flipped through the magazines like the pages needed to be slapped.
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As a writer you ask yourself to dream while awake.
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I want to be violated by insight.
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I watched as she added a question mark at the end. Arc, line, space, dot.
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Not getting bored of my own story and/or character is one of the main struggles.
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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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You can ruin anything if you focus at it.
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