170 Quotes by Catherine Lacey

I was thinking about stabbing myself in the face – not actually considering stabbing myself in the face, but thinking that it would be a physical expression of how I felt.

I thought I detected a bit of wonder in his voice, that he’d like to become part of a story, any story.

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.

I read somewhere that the first thing you learn when traveling is that you don’t exist – I didn’t want to stop not existing.

There’s a certain kind of woman who will notice someone’s terror and call it bravery.

But we always avoided talking about these things – difficult things – and I wondered if that meant we’d be a little uncomfortable with or disappointed by each other for the rest of our lives.

I thought that if I could ever do a background check on myself, I knew exactly what I’d do with it. I wouldn’t even read it, just take it somewhere sacred and set it on fire.

It felt possible – though I know this is absurd – that the use of my own body, the only thing I really owned, had somehow been repossessed.

I thought of all those billions of hearts beating out there, trying to find love or keep love going. All those people, getting in the way of each other – how do we even stand it? How do we make our way around?