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
mom daughter brother
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.
thinking unbearable said
I don't think so, I don't agree. The most unbearable thing I think by far, she said, is hope.
moving cutting simple
While she cut the mushrooms, she cried more than she had at the grave, the most so far, because she found the saddest thing of all to be the simple truth of her capacity to move on.
spring revealing happens
It seemed to happen in springs, the revealing of things.
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.
rope band stories
My genes, my love, are rubber bands and rope; make yourself a structure you can live inside. Amen." — Aimee Bender (Willful Creatures: Stories)
people giving corn
I give boring people something to discuss over corn.
believe passion thinking
But what I kept wondering about is this: that first second when she felt her skirt burning, what did she think? Before she knew it was candles, did she think she'd done it herself? With the amazing turns of her hips, and the warmth of the music inside her, did she believe, for even one glorious second, that her passion had arrived?
wine glasses red
The wine glasses are empty except for that one undrinkable red spot at the bottom.
gratitude someone-you-love barometer
To see someone you love, in a bad setting, is one of the great barometers of gratitude.
doritos great-gifts asks
...a Dorito asks nothing of you, which is its great gift. It only asks that you are not there.
echoes participants
I was with them for all of it, but more like an echo than a participant.
clothes dating skins
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.
thinking important bombs
There's a gift in your lap and it's beautifully wrapped and it's not your birthday. 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.