and I get refill number three or four and the wine is making my bones loose and it’s giving my hair a red sheen and my breasts are blooming and my eyes feel sultry and wise and the dress is water.
AIMEE BENDERKissing George was a little like rolling in caramel after spending years surviving off rice sticks.
More Aimee Bender Quotes
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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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I like birthday cake. It’s so symbolic. It’s a tempting symbol to load with something more complicated than just ‘Happy birthday!’ because it’s this emblem of childhood and a happy day.
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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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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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I was with them for all of it, but more like an echo than a participant.
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If everything kept to its normal progression, we would live with the sadness-cry and then walk-but what really breaks us cleanest are the losses that happen out of order.
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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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I don’t think so, I don’t agree. The most unbearable thing I think by far, she said, is hope.
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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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The wine glasses are empty except for that one undrinkable red spot at the bottom.
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You try, you seem totally nuts, you go underground.
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My lover is experiencing reverse evolution.
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You’re the perfect girl’, he said, rubbing his chin. ‘You expect nothing.
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I didn’t mind the quiet stretches. It was like we were trying out the idea of being side by side.
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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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