Catherine Lacey, The Answers Quotes
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.
It depressed me to think that I might have been looking at another person but seeing only myself.
Speaking felt impossible, as contained and enclosed as she was, a longing that went on a loop, a longing for nothing at all.
All your problems and all the answers to those problems exist in the boundaries of your body.
He would never be that way again. He would never have the power of that specific kind of not-knowing.
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.
Maybe I will always have to love the idea of love or a concept of God more than I can love a person.
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?
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.
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.
The way children stretch time and the way adults forget that stretch could be one of the saddest differences in the world.
I sometimes wondered why I even answered the phone, but I guess I always had the hope that it would be someone else, some other way of life calling for me.
