"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)

"...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."
— Aimee Bender (Willful Creatures: Stories)

"My lover is experiencing reverse evolution."
— Aimee Bender