I was right at the edge of their circle, like the tail of a Q…
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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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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A Dorito asks nothing of you, which is its great gift. It only asks that you are not there.
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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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While she cut the mushrooms, she cried more than she had at the grave.
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That at the same time of this very intimate act of concentrating so carefully on the details of our mother’s palm and fingertips.
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The wine glasses are empty except for that one undrinkable red spot at the bottom.
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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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It was like we were exchanging codes, on how to be a father and a daughter, like we’d read about it in a manual, translated from another language, and were doing our best with what we could understand.
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As a writer you ask yourself to dream while awake.
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It is so often surprising, who rescues you at your lowest moments.
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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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You feel wonderful, you feel like somebody knows you’re alive, you feel fear because it could be a bomb, because you think you’re that important.
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I’m obsessed with adolescence. I love to write about people in their 20s.
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It’s such a fraught and exciting and kind of horrible time.
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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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