As soon as you laugh from nerves or make a joke or say something just to say something or get all involved with the bushes, then you blow open a window in your house of desire and it can’t heat up as well. Cold draft comes in.
AIMEE BENDERIf 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.
More Aimee Bender Quotes
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I was right at the edge of their circle, like the tail of a Q…
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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 am the drying meadow; you the unspoken apology; he is the fluctuating distance between mother and son.
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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.
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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 admired that stride; it was like he folded space in two with it.
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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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You’re the perfect girl’, he said, rubbing his chin. ‘You expect nothing.
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I give boring people something to discuss over corn.
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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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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 didn’t mind the quiet stretches. It was like we were trying out the idea of being side by side.
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Kissing George was a little like rolling in caramel after spending years surviving off rice sticks.
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While she cut the mushrooms, she cried more than she had at the grave.
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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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