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.
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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Not getting bored of my own story and/or character is one of the main struggles.
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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 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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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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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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I want to be violated by insight.
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Mom flipped through the magazines like the pages needed to be slapped.
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Sometimes, she said, mostly to herself, I feel I do not know my children…
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We hit the sidewalk, and dropped hands. How I wished, right then, that the whole world was a street.
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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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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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To see someone you love, in a bad setting, is one of the great barometers of gratitude.
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As a writer you ask yourself to dream while awake.
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The stories themselves haunt, they stick around, they linger, inhabiting a little corner of the reader’s brain and resurfacing to evoke mystery or sadness or longing.
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