Aimee Bender Quotes

The afternoons were getting longer again, stretching. I stayed too long at a stoplight because the sunlight was so pretty, sifting through all the leaves on the sycamore trees lining Sierra Bonita, tu...

The people were all busy in their cars, listening to the radio, so there was no one to smile at, so I just sent my love to the traffic lights. No one ever appreciates them, all day long, working so ha...

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Because when, previously, they had wrenched a book out of his hands, he had stared into space so disconcertingly it made the rest of us feel like putting a bag over his head. Sometimes, if he didn't h...

Being there was like having a good cry, the clearing of the air after weight has been held.

Don’t smile, he said.

Food is all those substances which, submitted to the action of the stomach, can be assimilated or changed into life by digestion, and can thus repair the losses which the human body suffers through th...

This woman he met was the woman he met and however you try, you cannot unmeet.

I admired that stride; it was like he folded space in two with it.

I bit into the oatmeal. Same levels- now the oats, well dried, but not so well watered, then the raisins, half tasteless, made from parched grapes, picked by thirsty workers, then the baker, rushed. T...

I can’t tell you exactly what I’m looking for, but I’ll know it when it happens. I want to be breathless and weak, crumpled by the entrance of another person inside my soul. I want to be violated by i...

I didn’t mind the quiet stretches. It was like we were trying out the idea of being side by side.

I don't think so, I don't agree. The most unbearable thing I think by far, she said, is hope.

I just like the feeling of finding the right word in my mind and employing it. I get pleasure from that feeling. I prefer language to gesture. I figured other people might, too.

You can ruin anything if you focus at it.

But the rest of the evening is nothing but the trembling edges of something I am so tired of feeling and I do not want to feel anymore.

I was right at the edge of their circle, like the tail of a Q...

I will never die, thought the cake to itself, in even simpler terms, as cakes did not have sophisticated use of language.

I've noticed this: when it's the first date, and you fuck, the guy hold you much better than he does the next few times. The first date, you're sort of the stand-in for whomever he loved last, before...

In Murakami's short story 'The Kidney-Shaped Stone That Moves Every Day,' the main character is a writer. In describing the act of writing to a tightrope walker, he says, 'What a writer is *supposed*...

In those days, she let her hair loose, down to her waist, and whenever I met old friends of hers, they would describe my mother as having resembled a mermaid with legs. With a sheerness to her skin th...