We hit the sidewalk, and dropped hands. How I wished, right then, that the whole world was a street.
AIMEE BENDERShe is the first gesture that creates a quiet that is full enough to make the baby sleep. My genes, my love, are rubber bands and rope; make yourself a structure you can live inside. Amen.
More Aimee Bender Quotes
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That’s the thing with handmade items. They still have the person’s mark on them, and when you hold them, you feel less alone.
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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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I peeled the skin off a grape in slippery little triangles, and I understood then that I would be undressing every item of food I could because my clothes would be staying on.
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You try, you seem totally nuts, you go underground.
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You’re the perfect girl’, he said, rubbing his chin. ‘You expect nothing.
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I watched as she added a question mark at the end. Arc, line, space, dot.
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It’s such a fraught and exciting and kind of horrible time.
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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.
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Pouring over me, but it was a different kind, siphoned from a different, and tamer, body of water. I was her darling daughter; Joseph was her it.
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As a writer you ask yourself to dream while awake.
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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.
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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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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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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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Kissing George was a little like rolling in caramel after spending years surviving off rice sticks.
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