I love food. I'm not a great cook, but I love to cook, and I like how different it is from writing. — Aimee Bender Cook Copy Share Image
“but the rest of the evening is nothing but the trembling edges of something I am so tired of feeling and I… — Aimee Bender Sleep Copy Share Image
We hit the sidewalk, and dropped hands. How I wished, right then, that the whole world was a street. — Aimee Bender Hands Copy Share Image
I felt the crumpled paper that had taken the place of my lungs expand as if released from a fist. — Aimee Bender Fists Copy Share Image
“Several of the girls at the party had had sex, something which sounded appealing but only if it could happen with blindfolds… — Aimee Bender Blindfolds Copy Share Image
That's the thing with handmade items. They still have the person's mark on them, and when you hold them, you feel less… — Aimee Bender Burgers Copy Share Image
Mom loved my brother more. Not that she didn't love me - I felt the wash of her love every day, pouring… — Aimee Bender Bodies of water Copy Share Image
Some creative writing programs seem evil, but my experience at Irvine was totally the opposite, where I feel like they were really… — Aimee Bender Creative Copy Share Image
I knew if I ate anything of hers again, it would lkely tell me the same message: help me, I am not… — Aimee Bender Bottles 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… — Aimee Bender Amen Copy Share Image
“I'd stopped waving to passengers in cars by then- I'd grown suspicious of people and all the complications of interior lives- so… — Aimee Bender Driver Copy Share Image
“I just like the feeling of finding the right word in my mind and employing it. I get pleasure from that feeling.… — Aimee Bender Communication Copy Share Image
I think teaching keeps me honest because if I'm up in front of a class talking about what I think is important… — Aimee Bender About Copy Share Image
“When we sleep together, he holds me like he loves me. I've noticed this: when it's the first date, and you fuck,… — Aimee Bender First date Copy Share Image
“That," she said, "is a little closer to how I imagine it works. Whether or not you pray has absolutely nothing to… — Aimee Bender Late afternoon Copy Share Image
“I bit into the chocolate chip. Slowed myself down. By then, almost a week in, I could sort through the assault of… — Aimee Bender Anger Copy Share Image
“My birthday cake was her latest project because it was not from a mix but instead built from scratch- the flour, the… — Aimee Bender Birthday cake Copy Share Image
Sometimes, she said, mostly to herself, I feel I do not know my children... It was a fleeting statement, one I didn't… — Aimee Bender Children Copy Share Image
“In Murakami's short story 'The Kidney-Shaped Stone That Moves Every Day,' the main character is a writer. In describing the act of… — Aimee Bender Every day Copy Share Image
“During the descent, she gave the doily to the man across the aisle, worried about his ailing son, and the needlework was… — Aimee Bender Handmade Copy Share Image
“The phone is about the same size as a cigarette pack. It's no surprise to me that the traditional cigarette lighter in… — Aimee Bender Addiction Copy Share Image
“Here is something I understand about psychology, and I think it relates to fiction: if you loosen up your understanding of yourself… — Aimee Bender Books Copy Share Image
“My favorite of all was still the place on Vermont, the French cafe, La Lyonnaise, that had given me the best onion… — Aimee Bender Cafe Copy Share Image
“When I crossed the street, according to my mother, I still had to hold someone’s hand. At ten, I would be able… — Aimee Bender Parenting Copy Share Image
“My birthday is in March, and that year it fell during an especially bright spring week, vivid and clear in the narrow… — Aimee Bender Birthday Copy Share Image
“My mother had been baking more often in general, but she took plates of desserts to the carpentry studio, where her boss,… — Aimee Bender Baked goods Copy Share Image
“George Malcolm: half white, half black, with messy tousled hair, rumpled and tugged between kind of curly and extremely curly. Once, a… — Aimee Bender Clarity of mind Copy Share Image
“One could not spend one's life in the imaginings of another life.” — Aimee Bender Another life Copy Share Image
To see someone you love, in a bad setting, is one of the great barometers of gratitude. — Aimee Bender Barometer Copy Share Image
Writing can be a frightening, distressing business, and whatever kind of structure or buffer is available can help a lot. — Aimee Bender Available Copy Share Image
“Ponytail girl leaned over and she and the tall boy kissed and it was carcinogen gums and magical.” — Aimee Bender Copy Share Image
For me as a person, friendships are incredibly important to me, but in writing, they can distract me. — Aimee Bender Distract Copy Share Image
Granted, I'm someone who loves words. I've always loved poetry - so it's suited to me. — Aimee Bender Always Copy Share Image
When the light at Vernon turned green, we stepped into the street and George grabbed my hand and the ghosts of our… — Aimee Bender Ghost Copy Share Image
It seems the best work I do is when I am really allowing the unconscious to rule the page and then later… — Aimee Bender Allowing Copy Share Image
While she cut the mushrooms, she cried more than she had at the grave, the most so far, because she found the… — Aimee Bender Capacity Copy Share Image
I developed a prejudice in high school that it was all going to be boring. That kind of teenage, why-do-I-have-to-read-these-goddamn-classics feeling. And… — Aimee Bender Around Copy Share Image
I find I can write for two lines, and then I have nothing else to say. For me, the only way to… — Aimee Bender Else Copy Share Image
