...no moment cares, and the ones you wish could stretch out like a hammock for you to lie in, well, those moments leave the quickest and take everything good with them, little burglars, those moments, those hours, those days you loved the most.

— Catherine Lacey

None of us know how to fix ourselves, at least not entirely, not well enough.

— Catherine Lacey

Past love is as good as a past dream, intangible, impossible to share.

— Catherine Lacey

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

— Catherine Lacey

She missed his nothing. It had felt like something.

— Catherine Lacey

She was sure no one had ever been more in love than they were in those weeks, consumed by such longing, wanting to just be alive beside each other.

— Catherine Lacey

Someone said once that they'd never heard of a crime they couldn't imagine committing, and I realized then that if I had a daughter, and she had a rabbit and that rabbit was alone with me, and I was feeling the way I felt right now, and I had a way to kill that rabbit and the time to spend killing that rabbit then killing the rabbit was something I could imagine myself possibly doing or at least considering doing or being on the edge of doing. And smearing a husband with the blood wasn't such a far step after that if you had a desire to smear your husband with blood and smearing someone with blood was something I could imagine a situation calling for because there were at least a few people in this world that I wouldn't like to see smeared with blood—one person being Werner for fucking my plans, for sending me back out into a life with my wildebeest, to figure out a way to live here, and I didn't want to do that, and I didn't know how to do that, and I wasn't sure how I was going to do that—

— Catherine Lacey

Speaking felt impossible, as contained and enclosed as she was, a longing that went on a loop, a longing for nothing at all.

— Catherine Lacey

That boy never seemed to smile, and he wore long sleeves year-round, and I was not so different from him—we were both unable to get near the real life in life.

— 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