Can I tell you something? It wasn't so bad. Not so bad at all right then, me scowling at the dirt, James in his bed, the way it always always was. Look, if that's all that happened, if his dying… — Elizabeth McCracken Copy Share Image
Enough fine weather and money and a few memorable meals make any place desirable. — 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
