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
life mother baby
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, are rubber bands and rope; make yourself a structure you can live inside. Amen.
lovers evolution reverse
My lover is experiencing reverse evolution.
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.
bottles messages meals
I knew if I ate anything of hers again, it would lkely tell me the same message: help me, I am not happy, help me -- like a message in a bottle sent in each meal to the eater, and I got it. I got the message.
wise wine eye
and I get refill number three or four and the wine is making my bones loose and it's giving my hair a red sheen and my breasts are blooming and my eyes feel sultry and wise and the dress is water.
littles burgers handmade
That's the thing with handmade items. They still have the person's mark on them, and when you hold them, you feel less alone. This is why everyone who eats a Whopper leaves a little more depressed than they were when they came in. Nobody cooked that burger.
mom pages magazines
Mom flipped through the magazines like the pages needed to be slapped.
space two stride
I admired that stride; it was like he folded space in two with it.