Fae

“I was right at the edge of their circle, like the tail of a Q...”
― Aimee Bender, The Particular Sadness of Lemon Cake

“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.”
― Aimee Bender, Willful Creatures: Stories

“We hit the sidewalk, and dropped hands. How I wished, right then, that the whole world was a street.”
― Aimee Bender, The Particular Sadness of Lemon Cake

“While she cut the mushrooms, she cried more than she had at the grave, the most so far, because she found the saddest thing of all to be the simple truth of her capacity to move on.”
― Aimee Bender, Willful Creatures