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.
AIMEE BENDERI felt the crumpled paper that had taken the place of my lungs expand as if released from a fist.
More Aimee Bender Quotes
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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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That she might not actually know us seemed the humblest thing a mother could admit.
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It’s a pleasure to dive into Hirshberg’s storytelling skills in American Morons.
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Kissing George was a little like rolling in caramel after spending years surviving off rice sticks.
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But I loved George in part because he believed me; because if I stood in a cold, plain room and yelled FIRE, he would walk over and ask me why.
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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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Mom flipped through the magazines like the pages needed to be slapped.
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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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To see someone you love, in a bad setting, is one of the great barometers of gratitude.
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But the sky is interesting, it changes all the time.
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My lover is experiencing reverse evolution.
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Not getting bored of my own story and/or character is one of the main struggles.
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It’s such a fraught and exciting and kind of horrible time.
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While she cut the mushrooms, she cried more than she had at the grave.
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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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