I admired that stride; it was like he folded space in two with 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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The wine glasses are empty except for that one undrinkable red spot at the bottom.
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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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It seems the best work I do is when I am really allowing the unconscious to rule the page and then later I can go back and hack around and make sense of things.
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As soon as you laugh from nerves or make a joke or say something just to say something or get all involved with the bushes, then you blow open a window in your house of desire and it can’t heat up as well. Cold draft comes in.
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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.
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It is so often surprising, who rescues you at your lowest moments.
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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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Not getting bored of my own story and/or character is one of the main struggles.
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I was with them for all of it, but more like an echo than a participant.
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We hit the sidewalk, and dropped hands. How I wished, right then, that the whole world was a street.
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My lover is experiencing reverse evolution.
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I’m obsessed with adolescence. I love to write about people in their 20s.
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That’s the thing with handmade items. They still have the person’s mark on them, and when you hold them, you feel less alone.
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That she might not actually know us seemed the humblest thing a mother could admit.
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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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