170 Quotes by 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 and body are connected, and that my bodily sensations were just messages from my mind, but I just wished there was a box or a drawer or a hole in the ground where I could put all this, all this mind and body stuff that I didn't know what else to do with.

Will I ever stop being surprised by the ways people make hell?

Sex seemed like a thing that might only happen to me at random, outside my control, like the weather.

Adults are taught to be anxious about not having enough sex while teenagers are shamed for wanting to have it all the time.

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?

We did not exist, the we we thought we'd always be.

It was possible she might not have the right feeling after all, that she wasn't in love, wasn't in limerence, but was in some unnamed place alone.

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.

Why were we never together anymore, just alone in each other's vicinity?