After some time my husband reached over to hold my hand, which reminded me that at least there was this, at least we still had hands that remembered how to love each other, two bone-and-flesh flaps that hadn't complicated their simple love by speaking or thinking or being disappointed or having memories. They just held and were held and that is all. Oh, to be a hand.
— Catherine Lacey, Nobody Is Ever Missing (FSG Originals, July 8, 2014)
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(inspired by this post, and my answer)
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A Death in the Family // Nightwing (2011) #30 // Catherine Lacey
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You will never be missing to yourself and all you can do is delay, delay, delay and the delaying must be good enough for you and you must find a way to be fine with the delay because it is your whole life and the minute you really go missing is the minute you can no longer miss.
Catherine Lacey, Nobody Is Ever Missing
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From the first moment we met . . . there was an unnamable sentiment between us, one that arrived so quickly there was no moment to question it. It wasn't just love, nor was it lust or obsession. It was something both visceral and beyond viscera . . .
Catherine Lacey, from Biography of X
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I closed my eyes, tried to get as far away from myself as I could.
~Catherine Lacey
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But nothing could be more human than falling prey to the desires that have slipped beyond our control. I desired her beyond reason, beyond self-protection, beyond common sense, and it is just as difficult to call that love from afar as it is not to call it love when within it.
— Catherine Lacey, Biography of X: A Novel (Farrar, Straus and Giroux, March 21, 2023)
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