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 BENDER
I am the drying meadow; you the unspoken apology; he is the fluctuating distance between mother and son.
More Aimee Bender Quotes
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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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This is why everyone who eats a Whopper leaves a little more depressed than they were when they came in. Nobody cooked that burger.
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I knew if I ate anything of hers again, it would lkely tell me the same message: help me,
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You try, you seem totally nuts, you go underground.
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It is all about numbers. It is all about sequence. It’s the mathematical logic of being alive.
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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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I was with them for all of it, but more like an echo than a participant.
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He was also removing all traces of any tiny leftover parts, and suddenly a ritual which I’d always found incestuous and gross seemed to me more like a desperate act on Joseph’s part to get out, to leave, to extract every little last remnant and bring it into open air.
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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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Glen Hirshberg’s stories are haunting, absolutely, but not only because of the content.
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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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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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I was right at the edge of their circle, like the tail of a Q…
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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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