and I get refill number three or four and the wine is making my bones loose and it’s giving my hair a red sheen and my breasts are blooming and my eyes feel sultry and wise and the dress is water.
AIMEE BENDERIt’s such a fraught and exciting and kind of horrible time.
More Aimee Bender Quotes
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I am not happy, help me — like a message in a bottle sent in each meal to the eater, and I got it. I got the message.
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I admired that stride; it was like he folded space in two with it.
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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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But the sky is interesting, it changes all the time.
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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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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 watched as she added a question mark at the end. Arc, line, space, dot.
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The writing I tend to think of as ‘good’ is good because it’s mysterious.
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I could feel the tears beginning to collect in my throat again, but I pushed them apart, away from each other. Tears are only a threat in groups.
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You can ruin anything if you focus at it.
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Glen Hirshberg’s stories are haunting, absolutely, but not only because of the content.
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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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My eyelids are my own private cave, he murmured. That I can go to anytime I want.
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Before she knew it was candles, did she think she’d done it herself? With the amazing turns of her hips.
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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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