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.
AIMEE BENDERWith 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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But what I kept wondering about is this: that first second when she felt her skirt burning, what did she think?
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The stories themselves haunt, they stick around, they linger, inhabiting a little corner of the reader’s brain and resurfacing to evoke mystery or sadness or longing.
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I was right at the edge of their circle, like the tail of a Q…
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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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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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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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You’re the perfect girl’, he said, rubbing his chin. ‘You expect nothing.
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It is so often surprising, who rescues you at your lowest moments.
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My eyelids are my own private cave, he murmured. That I can go to anytime I want.
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That she might not actually know us seemed the humblest thing a mother could admit.
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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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I don’t think so, I don’t agree. The most unbearable thing I think by far, she said, is hope.
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A Dorito asks nothing of you, which is its great gift. It only asks that you are not there.
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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 a writer you ask yourself to dream while awake.
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