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.
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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That she might not actually know us seemed the humblest thing a mother could admit.
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I am not happy, help me — like a message in a bottle sent in each meal to the eater, and I got it. I got the message.
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The wine glasses are empty except for that one undrinkable red spot at the bottom.
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We’re all getting too smart. Our brains are just getting bigger and bigger, and the world dries up and dies when there’s too much thought and not enough heart.
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I watched as she added a question mark at the end. Arc, line, space, dot.
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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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Many kids, it seemed, would find out that their parents were flawed, messed-up people later in life, and I didn’t appreciate getting to know it all so strong and early.
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My lover is experiencing reverse evolution.
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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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A Dorito asks nothing of you, which is its great gift. It only asks that you are not there.
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Sometimes, she said, mostly to herself, I feel I do not know my children…
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I could feel the tears beginning to collect in my throat again, but I pushed them apart, away from each other. Tears are only a threat in groups.
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You try, you seem totally nuts, you go underground.
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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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Mom loved my brother more. Not that she didn’t love me – I felt the wash of her love every day.
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