“Aunt Helen Beck had many intentions about her death. She was about being dead the way some people are about being British… — 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… — 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… — Elizabeth McCracken Copy Share Image
All I can say is, it's a sort of kinship, as though there is a family tree of grief. On this branch,… — Elizabeth McCracken Copy Share Image
Can I tell you something? It wasn't so bad. Not so bad at all right then, me scowling at the dirt, James… — Elizabeth McCracken Copy Share Image
“I want a book that acknowledges that life goes on but that death goes on, too, that a person who is dead… — 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
Grief lasts longer than sympathy, which is one of the tragedies of the grieving. — 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
