My genes, my love, are rubber bands and rope; make yourself a structure you can live inside. Amen.” – Aimee Bender (Willful Creatures: Stories)
AIMEE BENDERYou’re the perfect girl’, he said, rubbing his chin. ‘You expect nothing.
More Aimee Bender Quotes
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Language is the ticket to plot and character, after all, because both are built out of language.
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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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We hit the sidewalk, and dropped hands. How I wished, right then, that the whole world was a street.
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The writing I tend to think of as ‘good’ is good because it’s mysterious.
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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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There’s a gift in your lap and it’s beautifully wrapped and it’s not your birthday.
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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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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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I was with them for all of it, but more like an echo than a participant.
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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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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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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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Not getting bored of my own story and/or character is one of the main struggles.
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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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I am the drying meadow; you the unspoken apology; he is the fluctuating distance between mother and son.
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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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I want to be violated by insight.
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I was right at the edge of their circle, like the tail of a Q…
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It seemed to happen in springs, the revealing of things.
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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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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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But the sky is interesting, it changes all the time.
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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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You feel wonderful, you feel like somebody knows you’re alive, you feel fear because it could be a bomb, because you think you’re that important.
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Mom flipped through the magazines like the pages needed to be slapped.
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