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.
AIMEE BENDERLarge meadows are lovely for picnics and romping, but they are for the lighter feelings. Meadows do not make me want to write.
More Aimee Bender Quotes
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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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That she might not actually know us seemed the humblest thing a mother could admit.
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Kissing George was a little like rolling in caramel after spending years surviving off rice sticks.
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Mom flipped through the magazines like the pages needed to be slapped.
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You can ruin anything if you focus at it.
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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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It is so often surprising, who rescues you at your lowest moments.
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I watched as she added a question mark at the end. Arc, line, space, dot.
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It’s such a fraught and exciting and kind of horrible time.
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Language is the ticket to plot and character, after all, because both are built out of language.
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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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I’m obsessed with adolescence. I love to write about people in their 20s.
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It seemed to happen in springs, the revealing of things.
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The most so far, because she found the saddest thing of all to be the simple truth of her capacity to move on.
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Pouring over me, but it was a different kind, siphoned from a different, and tamer, body of water. I was her darling daughter; Joseph was her it.
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