“I bit into the oatmeal. Same levels- now the oats, well dried, but not so well watered, then the raisins, half tasteless,… — Aimee Bender Dry Copy Share Image
I liked Hans Christian Andersen because the tales were so dark and tragic. — Aimee Bender Because 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
I was with them for all of it, but more like an echo than a participant. — Aimee Bender Echoes 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
Generally, I think most of my writing tends to have some kind of magical element to it. That's the way I can… — Aimee Bender Access 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
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
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
“During the descent, she gave the doily to the man across the aisle, worried about his ailing son, and the needlework was… — Aimee Bender 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
“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
The writing I tend to think of as 'good' is good because it's mysterious. — Aimee Bender Mysterious 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 Boys 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
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
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
It is all about numbers. It is all about sequence. It's the mathematical logic of being alive. If everything kept to its… — Aimee Bender Alive 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
“...after all, she had birthed us alone, diapered and fed us, helped us with homework, kissed and hugged us, poured her love… — Aimee Bender Love 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
“He breathed in her hair, the sweet-smelling thickness of it. My father usually agreed with her requests, because stamped in his two-footed… — Aimee Bender Parenting Copy Share Image
