I’m obsessed with adolescence. I love to write about people in their 20s.
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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It’s a pleasure to dive into Hirshberg’s storytelling skills in American Morons.
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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.
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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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Glen Hirshberg’s stories are haunting, absolutely, but not only because of the content.
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While she cut the mushrooms, she cried more than she had at the grave.
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I was with them for all of it, but more like an echo than a participant.
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I give boring people something to discuss over corn.
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Sometimes, she said, mostly to herself, I feel I do not know my children…
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Not getting bored of my own story and/or character is one of the main struggles.
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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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To see someone you love, in a bad setting, is one of the great barometers of gratitude.
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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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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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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 knew if I ate anything of hers again, it would lkely tell me the same message: help me,
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