Language is the ticket to plot and character, after all, because both are built out of language.
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More Aimee Bender Quotes
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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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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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You try, you seem totally nuts, you go underground.
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Glen Hirshberg’s stories are haunting, absolutely, but not only because of the content.
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That she might not actually know us seemed the humblest thing a mother could admit.
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While she cut the mushrooms, she cried more than she had at the grave.
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It’s a pleasure to dive into Hirshberg’s storytelling skills in American Morons.
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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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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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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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I watched as she added a question mark at the end. Arc, line, space, dot.
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It was a fleeting statement, one I didn’t think she’d hold on to; after all, she had birthed us alone, diapered and fed us, helped us with homework, kissed and hugged us, poured her love into us.
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There’s a gift in your lap and it’s beautifully wrapped and it’s not your birthday.
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I felt the crumpled paper that had taken the place of my lungs expand as if released from a fist.
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