...a Dorito asks nothing of you, which is its great gift. It only asks that you are not there..

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 radia….

I was right at the edge of their circle, like the tail of a Q....

That at the same time of this very intimate act of concentrating so carefully on the details of our mother's palm and fingertips, he was also removin….

It is so often surprising, who rescues you at your lowest moments..

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 ey….

As a writer you ask yourself to dream while awake..

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 eno….

I'm obsessed with adolescence. I love to write about people in their 20s. It's such a fraught and exciting and kind of horrible time..

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 ….

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, t….

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..

Glen Hirshberg's stories are haunting, absolutely, but not only because of the content -- the stories themselves haunt, they stick around, they linge….

Mom loved my brother more. Not that she didn't love me - I felt the wash of her love every day, pouring over me, but it was a different kind, siphone….

Sometimes, she said, mostly to herself, I feel I do not know my children... It was a fleeting statement, one I didn't think she'd hold on to; after a….

My genes, my love, are rubber bands and rope; make yourself a structure you can live inside. Amen." — Aimee Bender (Willful Creatures: Stories).

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 cl….

Mom flipped through the magazines like the pages needed to be slapped..

The writing I tend to think of as 'good' is good because it's mysterious..

I admired that stride; it was like he folded space in two with it..

You're the perfect girl', he said, rubbing his chin. 'You expect nothing..