“And they knew it was a lie; nobody gets over the death of a child. Easier to split an atom with a butter knife.” DeathSadnessChild Book:Attachments Source: Attachments
“They kissed goodbye—somewhere between a routine kiss and a wish that it wasn’t.” WishKissGoodbye Book:Attachments Source: 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.” FightingWinningLosing Book:Attachments Source: 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.” NostalgiaBarefoot Book:Attachments Source: 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.” CornersDenialCreases Book:Attachments Source: 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.” VitalityApostlesGlazed Book:Attachments Source: Attachments