To see someone you love, in a bad setting, is one of the great barometers of gratitude.
AIMEE BENDERI 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.
More Aimee Bender Quotes
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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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I admired that stride; it was like he folded space in two with it.
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Sometimes, she said, mostly to herself, I feel I do not know my children…
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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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As a writer you ask yourself to dream while awake.
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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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It was like we were exchanging codes, on how to be a father and a daughter, like we’d read about it in a manual, translated from another language, and were doing our best with what we could understand.
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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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My lover is experiencing reverse evolution.
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I want to be violated by insight.
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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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I give boring people something to discuss over corn.
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We’re all getting too smart. Our brains are just getting bigger and bigger, and the world dries up and dies when there’s too much thought and not enough heart.
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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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We hit the sidewalk, and dropped hands. How I wished, right then, that the whole world was a street.
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