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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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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A Dorito asks nothing of you, which is its great gift. It only asks that you are not there.
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I admired that stride; it was like he folded space in two with it.
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My lover is experiencing reverse evolution.
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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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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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The writing I tend to think of as ‘good’ is good because it’s mysterious.
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Glen Hirshberg’s stories are haunting, absolutely, but not only because of the content.
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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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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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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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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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I watched as she added a question mark at the end. Arc, line, space, dot.
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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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Sometimes, she said, mostly to herself, I feel I do not know my children…
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