I am the drying meadow; you the unspoken apology; he is the fluctuating distance between mother and son.
AIMEE BENDERThat’s the thing with handmade items. They still have the person’s mark on them, and when you hold them, you feel less alone.
More Aimee Bender Quotes
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You feel wonderful, you feel like somebody knows you’re alive, you feel fear because it could be a bomb, because you think you’re that important.
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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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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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To see someone you love, in a bad setting, is one of the great barometers of gratitude.
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I have had with novel writing, and I have put to bed big chunks of work that just didn’t sustain my interest.
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My genes, my love, are rubber bands and rope; make yourself a structure you can live inside. Amen.” – Aimee Bender (Willful Creatures: Stories)
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That at the same time of this very intimate act of concentrating so carefully on the details of our mother’s palm and fingertips.
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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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My eyelids are my own private cave, he murmured. That I can go to anytime I want.
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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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I was right at the edge of their circle, like the tail of a Q…
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I watched as she added a question mark at the end. Arc, line, space, dot.
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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’s such a fraught and exciting and kind of horrible time.
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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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