I didn’t mind the quiet stretches. It was like we were trying out the idea of being side by side. — Aimee Bender Copy Share Image
I am the drying meadow; you the unspoken apology; he is the fluctuating distance between mother and son; she is the first gesture that creates a quiet that is full enough to make the baby sleep. My genes, my love,… — Aimee Bender Copy Share Image
“Does it work with sandwiches? he asked. I didn't move. He handed it over. George was watching with a kind of neutral curiosity, and… — Aimee Bender Copy Share Image
There's a spectrum of those moments of connection and the moments we fail to connect, going from super-large successes to failures. Success would be… — Aimee Bender Copy Share Image
I did plays in college, and I have half of a play. But I'm kind of stuck. I keep revisiting it so maybe it… — Aimee Bender Copy Share Image
“My genes, my love, are rubber bands and rope - make yourself a structure you can live inside.” — Aimee Bender Copy Share Image
One thing I don't want to feel is marketplace pressure, so I'm really glad I enjoy teaching because I can rely on that for… — Aimee Bender Copy Share Image
Language is the ticket to plot and character, after all, because both are built out of language. — Aimee Bender Copy Share Image
“The sensor did not seem to be restricted to my mother's food, and there was so much to sort through, a torrent of information,… — Aimee Bender Copy Share Image
I peeled the skin off a grape in slippery little triangles, and I understood then that I would be undressing every item of food… — Aimee Bender Copy Share Image
It was like we were exchanging codes, on how to be a father and a daughter, like we'd read about it in a manual,… — Aimee Bender Copy Share Image
“I started in our neighborhood, buying a pastrami burrito at Oki Dog and a deluxe gardenburger at Astro Burger and matzoh-ball soup at Greenblatt's… — Aimee Bender Copy Share Image
“I loved my dish towel. This one was two-toned, and had, on one side, stitchings of fat purple roses on a lavender background, and… — Aimee Bender Copy Share Image
