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.
AIMEE BENDERYou’re the perfect girl’, he said, rubbing his chin. ‘You expect nothing.
More Aimee Bender Quotes
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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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We hit the sidewalk, and dropped hands. How I wished, right then, that the whole world was a street.
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I watched as she added a question mark at the end. Arc, line, space, dot.
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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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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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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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There’s a gift in your lap and it’s beautifully wrapped and it’s not your birthday.
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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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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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While she cut the mushrooms, she cried more than she had at the grave.
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To see someone you love, in a bad setting, is one of the great barometers of gratitude.
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Kissing George was a little like rolling in caramel after spending years surviving off rice sticks.
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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 was right at the edge of their circle, like the tail of a Q…
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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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