For some people, history is simply what your wife looks good standing in front of. It’s what’s cast in bronze, or framed in sepia tones, or acted out with wax dummies and period furniture. It takes place in glass bubbles… — 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 the alphabet in sign language. I AM DEAF, said the card. You were supposed to give the man some money in exchange. I have thought of that card ever since, during difficult times, mine or someone… — Elizabeth McCracken Copy Share
“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
