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, siphoned from a different, and tamer, body of water. I was her darling daughter; Joseph was her it.
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… - Aimee Bender
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…
- Aimee Bender
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. - Aimee Bender
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 … - Aimee Bender
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 …
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… - Aimee Bender
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…
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… - Aimee Bender
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 was right at the edge of their circle, like the tail of a Q... - Aimee Bender
I was right at the edge of their circle, like the tail of a Q...
As a writer you ask yourself to dream while awake. - Aimee Bender
As a writer you ask yourself to dream while awake.
It is so often surprising, who rescues you at your lowest moments. - Aimee Bender
It is so often surprising, who rescues you at your lowest moments.
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… - Aimee Bender
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…
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