Mom flipped through the magazines like the pages needed to be slapped.
AIMEE BENDERI felt the crumpled paper that had taken the place of my lungs expand as if released from a fist.
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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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I want to be violated by insight.
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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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But the sky is interesting, it changes all the time.
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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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You’re the perfect girl’, he said, rubbing his chin. ‘You expect nothing.
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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.
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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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While she cut the mushrooms, she cried more than she had at the grave.
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Light is good company, when alone; I took my comfort where I found it, and the warmest yellow bulb in the living-room lamp had become a kind of radiant babysitter all its own.
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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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It is so often surprising, who rescues you at your lowest moments.
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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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I give boring people something to discuss over corn.
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As a writer you ask yourself to dream while awake.
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I felt the crumpled paper that had taken the place of my lungs expand as if released from a fist.
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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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Sometimes, she said, mostly to herself, I feel I do not know my children…
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You try, you seem totally nuts, you go underground.
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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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My lover is experiencing reverse evolution.
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The writing I tend to think of as ‘good’ is good because it’s mysterious.
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I didn’t mind the quiet stretches. It was like we were trying out the idea of being side by side.
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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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We hit the sidewalk, and dropped hands. How I wished, right then, that the whole world was a street.
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The most so far, because she found the saddest thing of all to be the simple truth of her capacity to move on.
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