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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More Aimee Bender Quotes
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I give boring people something to discuss over corn.
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She 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.
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My eyelids are my own private cave, he murmured. That I can go to anytime I want.
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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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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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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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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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Kissing George was a little like rolling in caramel after spending years surviving off rice sticks.
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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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You’re the perfect girl’, he said, rubbing his chin. ‘You expect nothing.
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I admired that stride; it was like he folded space in two with it.
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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 want to be violated by insight.
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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.
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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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