But the sky is interesting, it changes all the time.
AIMEE BENDERBut the sky is interesting, it changes all the time.
More Aimee Bender Quotes
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The writing I tend to think of as ‘good’ is good because it’s mysterious.
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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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It seems the best work I do is when I am really allowing the unconscious to rule the page and then later I can go back and hack around and make sense of things.
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Sometimes, she said, mostly to herself, I feel I do not know my children…
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My genes, my love, are rubber bands and rope; make yourself a structure you can live inside. Amen.” – Aimee Bender (Willful Creatures: Stories)
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With my hand in his, I looked at all the apartment buildings with rushes of love, peering in the wide streetside windows that revealed living rooms painted in dark burgandies and matte reds.
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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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But I loved George in part because he believed me; because if I stood in a cold, plain room and yelled FIRE, he would walk over and ask me why.
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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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To see someone you love, in a bad setting, is one of the great barometers of gratitude.
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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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And the warmth of the music inside her, did she believe, for even one glorious second, that her passion had arrived?
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Glen Hirshberg’s stories are haunting, absolutely, but not only because of the content.
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It’s a pleasure to dive into Hirshberg’s storytelling skills in American Morons.
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When the light at Vernon turned green, we stepped into the street and George grabbed my hand and the ghosts of our younger selves crossed with us.
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