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.
AIMEE BENDERWe hit the sidewalk, and dropped hands. How I wished, right then, that the whole world was a street.
More Aimee Bender Quotes
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I admired that stride; it was like he folded space in two with it.
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Sometimes, she said, mostly to herself, I feel I do not know my children…
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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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It’s a pleasure to dive into Hirshberg’s storytelling skills in American Morons.
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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’m obsessed with adolescence. I love to write about people in their 20s.
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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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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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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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If everything kept to its normal progression, we would live with the sadness-cry and then walk-but what really breaks us cleanest are the losses that happen out of order.
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It is so often surprising, who rescues you at your lowest moments.
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It seemed to happen in springs, the revealing of things.
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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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Glen Hirshberg’s stories are haunting, absolutely, but not only because of the content.
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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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