When 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.
AIMEE BENDER
Not getting bored of my own story and/or character is one of the main struggles.
More Aimee Bender Quotes
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When 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.
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I’m obsessed with adolescence. I love to write about people in their 20s.
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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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The writing I tend to think of as ‘good’ is good because it’s mysterious.
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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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It is so often surprising, who rescues you at your lowest moments.
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Kissing George was a little like rolling in caramel after spending years surviving off rice sticks.
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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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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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Light is good company, when alone; I took my comfort where I found it, and the warmest yellow bulb in the living-room lamp had become a kind of radiant babysitter all its own.
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You try, you seem totally nuts, you go underground.
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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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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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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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