Many kids, it seemed, would find out that their parents were flawed, messed-up people later in life, and I didn’t appreciate getting to know it all so strong and early.
AIMEE BENDERThe most so far, because she found the saddest thing of all to be the simple truth of her capacity to move on.
More Aimee Bender Quotes
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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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We’re all getting too smart. Our brains are just getting bigger and bigger, and the world dries up and dies when there’s too much thought and not enough heart.
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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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It is so often surprising, who rescues you at your lowest moments.
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I watched as she added a question mark at the end. Arc, line, space, dot.
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Language is the ticket to plot and character, after all, because both are built out of language.
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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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My lover is experiencing reverse evolution.
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Mom loved my brother more. Not that she didn’t love me – I felt the wash of her love every day.
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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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There’s a gift in your lap and it’s beautifully wrapped and it’s not your birthday.
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It’s such a fraught and exciting and kind of horrible time.
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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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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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