With my hand in his, I looked at all the apartment buildings with rushes of love, peering in the wide streetside windows that revealed living rooms painted in dark burgandies and matte reds.
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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There’s a gift in your lap and it’s beautifully wrapped and it’s not your birthday.
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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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I was right at the edge of their circle, like the tail of a Q…
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I am the drying meadow; you the unspoken apology; he is the fluctuating distance between mother and son.
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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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You can ruin anything if you focus at it.
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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.
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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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While she cut the mushrooms, she cried more than she had at the grave.
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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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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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I watched as she added a question mark at the end. Arc, line, space, dot.
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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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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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