Library books were, I suddenly realized, promiscuous, ready to lie down in the arms of anyone who asked. Not like bookstore books,… — Elizabeth McCracken Copy Share Image
“I want a book that acknowledges that life goes on, but death goes on too, that a person who is dead is… — Elizabeth McCracken Copy Share Image
“My memories are not books. They are only stories that I have been over so many times in my head that I… — Elizabeth McCracken Copy Share Image
The idea of a library full of books, the books full of knowledge, fills me with fear and love and courage and… — Elizabeth McCracken Copy Share Image
People think librarians are unromantic, unimaginative. This is not true. We are people whose dreams run in particular ways. Ask a mountain… — Elizabeth McCracken Copy Share Image
Fire is a speed reader, which is why the ignorant burn books: fire races through pages, takes care of all the knowledge,… — Elizabeth McCracken Copy Share Image
“Aunt Helen Beck had many intentions about her death. She was about being dead the way some people are about being British - she… — Elizabeth McCracken Copy Share Image
“But you cannot fly away from people who have flown away from you; you cannot fly into your own arms.” — Elizabeth McCracken Copy Share Image
Engagements - they are like a prayer before eating, best quick. — Elizabeth McCracken Copy Share Image
“Though my love for you is infinitesimal, your eyes are as dewey as any old decimal.” — Elizabeth McCracken Copy Share Image
“For us what was killing was how nothing had changed. We'd been waiting to be transformed, and now here we were, back in our… — Elizabeth McCracken Copy Share Image
In reference works, as in sin, omission is as bad as willful misbehavior. — Elizabeth McCracken Copy Share Image
After most deaths, I imagine, the awfulness lies in how everything’s changed….there’s a hole. It’s person-shaped and it follows you everywhere…. For us what… — Elizabeth McCracken Copy Share Image
“I told him that I apologised, that I understood, but really: I am not a museum, not yet, I'm a love letter, a love… — Elizabeth McCracken Copy Share Image
“When I was a teenager in Boston, a man on the subway handed me a card printed with tiny pictures of hands spelling out… — Elizabeth McCracken Copy Share Image
“I'm thinking of that Florida lady again, the one who wanted a book about the lighter side of a child's death, and I know:… — Elizabeth McCracken Copy Share Image
