“ But what had really happened? It was still unclear. Was it possible nothing of any significance had ever happened between us and our ending was just the sad process of realizing this? Catherine Lacey
“ I tried to pick the burned ones from the bowl but I didn't get many of them because I didn't make much of an effort, and even though I was taking the burned ones out because they weren't edible, I ate… Catherine Lacey
“ That's the thing about fiction, that you live in it totally for a little while, but you must forget it, sometimes totally forget it, in order to go about the rest of your day. Catherine Lacey
“ Adults are taught to be anxious about not having enough sex while teenagers are shamed for wanting to have it all the time. Catherine Lacey
“ Sex seemed like a thing that might only happen to me at random, outside my control, like the weather. Catherine Lacey
“ I couldn't decide how to feel about what he was saying, whether it was all nonsense or just more evidence that I would never understand this world. Catherine Lacey
“ My body felt like tangled rubber bands and dried-out pens and sticky paper clips, like the contents of a drawer where you put the things you don't have anywhere else to put, and I knew that the mind a… Catherine Lacey
“ I knew that my husband was a song that I had forgotten the words to and I was a fuzzy photograph of someone he used to love. Catherine Lacey
“ I hiked up a path and into the woods, thinking about what I should be thinking about and almost having a real feeling—a feeling like, this is really sad, this is a sad place to be, a sad part of my li… Catherine Lacey
“ He excused himself for a nap, and this day blended into his dreams like like years blended into a life, unseen but still felt, the line between memory and present always bleeding. Catherine Lacey
“ These men, these bitches of their boneless limbs – didn’t they know being a woman meant being at war? Catherine Lacey
“ I wasn't sure if it was safe for me to be sharing time and space with other people, who all seemed so much gentler and safer and less of a secret to themselves than I felt I was. Catherine Lacey
“ The way children stretch time and the way adults forget that stretch could be one of the saddest differences in the world. Catherine Lacey
