Aimee Bender
Aimee Bender
Aimee Benderis an American novelist and short story writer, known for her surreal plots and characters...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth28 June 1969
CountryUnited States of America
taken fists paper
I felt the crumpled paper that had taken the place of my lungs expand as if released from a fist.
birthday cake childhood
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.
life sadness loss
It is all about numbers. It is all about sequence. It's the mathematical logic of being alive. If everything kept to its normal progression, we would live with the sadness-cry and then walk-but what really breaks us cleanest are the losses that happen out of order.
hands light self
When the light at Vernon turned green, we stepped into the street and George grabbed my hand and the ghosts of our younger selves crossed with us.
wine glasses red
The wine glasses are empty except for that one undrinkable red spot at the bottom.
girl perfect expect-nothing
You're the perfect girl', he said, rubbing his chin. 'You expect nothing.
mother children thinking
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 all, she had birthed us alone, diapered and fed us, helped us with homework, kissed and hugged us, poured her love into us. That she might not actually know us seemed the humblest thing a mother could admit.
dark hands rooms
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.
ideas mind trying
I didn’t mind the quiet stretches. It was like we were trying out the idea of being side by side.
kissing years littles
…kissing George was a little like rolling in caramel after spending years surviving off rice sticks.
spring revealing happens
It seemed to happen in springs, the revealing of things.
mother air littles
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 removing all traces of any tiny leftover parts, and suddenly a ritual which I'd always found incestuous and gross seemed to me more like a desperate act on Joseph's part to get out, to leave, to extract every little last remnant and bring it into open air.
tears groups away-from-each-other
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.
lovers evolution reverse
My lover is experiencing reverse evolution.