Attachments Quotes

“She was born to be in the spotlight—rave reviews and curtain calls and cast parties, and men of all ages throwing themselves off bridges for her.”
― Jeff Arch, Attachments

“And they knew it was a lie; nobody gets over the death of a child. Easier to split an atom with a butter knife.”
― Jeff Arch, Attachments

“Nobody won the fight. Nobody wins any fight.”
― Jeff Arch, Attachments

“The hard part, though, is when you want to forget things that won’t stay forgotten.”
― Jeff Arch, Attachments

“Laura wished, all too often, that she could have died instead. Sometimes she wasn’t so sure she hadn’t. For now—for herself, for everyone—the best she could do, was pretend to be alive. And maybe, one day, she would be again.”
― Jeff Arch, Attachments

“And yet, when he’d needed it—when it was time to bury his daughter, and he’d relied on alcohol’s promise to numb him, the stuff failed completely.”
― Jeff Arch, Attachments

“So, really. Fuck celebrations too, sometimes. What’s the point if it only makes you feel worse?”
― Jeff Arch, Attachments

“The sharpest sword in all of creation is useless, if there’s nothing to swing at but air.”
― Jeff Arch, Attachments

“He looked around the room: the light from outside was laying a big pattern across Goody’s bed and hitting this little rug he had, the kind you use to step out of the shower. The floor itself was made out of those big squares of thinnest-possible linoleum, many of them chipped and broken at the corners; all kinds of hair and shit got stuck down there and ground in over time. A paper clip, a trapezoid shard of an old broken light bulb, a flattened-out piece of gum from the Second World War. Pick made a vow never to go barefoot in this room.”
― Jeff Arch, Attachments

“Or maybe they were spy stations, saying things in code—every fourth Hallelujah could mean the coup d’etat is one step closer; every Amen another reformer in shackles, being led down urinated hallways in the night.”
― Jeff Arch, Attachments

“Nobody won the fight. Nobody wins any fight.”

He envied the ones who stayed in their hometowns, and built their lives there, and were happy with that. He wondered what it would be like to feel at home in the town you came from.To have it be a part of you that you would actually want to keep.”
― Jeff Arch, Attachments

“Like the paint cans in the basement, the file cabinets in the garage, the rusted push-mower in the shed off the porch— Goody lived in the corners, the creases, the tucked-away parts of their house and their lives. They never talked about it, but they knew. To talk about it was to admit it was there.”
― Jeff Arch, Attachments

“You don’t start learning until you start remembering; it’s the things that stay with you that become your guides. Just as the things you forget can become your demons.”
― Jeff Arch, Attachments

“If you couldn’t see the names, Pick thought, you could almost pretend that all of this was here for some other reason— any other reason. Someone dropping down from another planet, for instance. Give them a thousand guesses what’s under those markers, and boxes full of bones would never cross their minds.”
― Jeff Arch, Attachments

“He felt like the place was reeling him in now––slow and sure, like a kite, pulled by a hand that was as strong as it was unseen. Killing the lie that he was ever flying free in the first place.”
― Jeff Arch, Attachments

“Money doesn’t carry a flag.”
― Jeff Arch, Attachments

“His eyes, barely open, were glazed and distant. There wasn’t a single vital function his body could perform for itself; machines crowded around him, hovering like apostles.”
― Jeff Arch, Attachments

“They kissed goodbye—somewhere between a routine kiss and a wish that it wasn’t.”
― Jeff Arch, Attachments

“…this is what the years can do. One day they’re playing Vivaldi and releasing doves outside the cathedral for you, and the next day they’re hiding behind barrels in the dusty center of town, watching the two lone gunslingers squaring off in the road.”
― Jeff Arch, Attachments