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.
AIMEE BENDERIt is so often surprising, who rescues you at your lowest moments.
More Aimee Bender Quotes
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I knew if I ate anything of hers again, it would lkely tell me the same message: help me,
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I have had with novel writing, and I have put to bed big chunks of work that just didn’t sustain my interest.
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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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I give boring people something to discuss over corn.
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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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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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Glen Hirshberg’s stories are haunting, absolutely, but not only because of the content.
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It seemed to happen in springs, the revealing of things.
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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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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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It is all about numbers. It is all about sequence. It’s the mathematical logic of being alive.
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But I loved George in part because he believed me; because if I stood in a cold, plain room and yelled FIRE, he would walk over and ask me why.
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That she might not actually know us seemed the humblest thing a mother could admit.
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I watched as she added a question mark at the end. Arc, line, space, dot.
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I peeled the skin off a grape in slippery little triangles, and I understood then that I would be undressing every item of food I could because my clothes would be staying on.
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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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I was with them for all of it, but more like an echo than a participant.
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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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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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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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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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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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It is so often surprising, who rescues you at your lowest moments.
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But the sky is interesting, it changes all the time.
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It’s a pleasure to dive into Hirshberg’s storytelling skills in American Morons.
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