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“But what good is this after-death clarity? Must this be the way that people see one another-can we get a clear image only once we're too far away to touch?”
― Catherine Lacey, Biography of X

“This cowardice, unknowingness in the face of mu own feelings is why I betray those I love, verbally, when I refused to express my feelings for them.”
― Catherine Lacey, Biography of X

“X was not exactly a person to me yet, but a possibility, a different way of life. I defied her then and for a long time after, believed her to be an oracle, almost inhuman. Now it is so clear to me that love is the opposite of deification, that it erodes persona down to its mortal root. She was always human, difficult as it was for me to admit that; I made so much trouble for myself by refusing to see it.”
― Catherine Lacey, Biography of X

“I felt all our years together mounting up in me, full of things, full of words, positively saturated with sentences spoken that were meant to vanish immediately, or sentences spoken that were meant to stand forever, words we gave each other to explain ourselves, words that were misunderstood, words we stole, images we held in private, moments made significant to one and not the other or to the other and not the one, two realities pressed against each other, stupid impossible human points of view, views of nothing, conflicting views, incomplete views, impossible to reconcile, impossible to forget.”
― Catherine Lacey, Biography of X