“Today I have gathered together my nearest and dearest, my sixteen nieces and nephews (Sit down, Grace Windsor Wexler!) to view the body of your Uncle Sam for the last time. Tomorrow its ashes will be scattered to the four… — Ellen Raskin Copy Share Image
“Sandy fidgeted with his pen. “There’s something I didn’t write down. Maybe I shouldn’t tell you, you being a judge and all, but, well,… — Ellen Raskin Copy Share Image
I try to say one thing with my work: A book is a wonderful place to be. A book is a package, a gift… — Ellen Raskin Copy Share Image
“Senseless, you say? Death is senseless yet makes way for the living. Life, too, is senseless unless you know who you are, what you… — Ellen Raskin Copy Share Image
“Can you stand on your legs?” Sydelle Pulaski asked. “Can you walk at all?” People never asked Chris those questions; they whispered them to… — Ellen Raskin Copy Share Image
Life, too, is senseless unless you know who you are, what you want, and which way the wind blows. — Ellen Raskin Copy Share Image
“Hello, Jake, I'm glad you could come," Sunny (as Madame Hoo was now called) said, shaking the hand of the chairman of the State… — Ellen Raskin Copy Share Image
“TURTLE SPENT THE night at the bedside of eighty-five-year-old Julian R. Eastman. T. R. Wexler had a master’s degree in business administration, an advanced… — Ellen Raskin Copy Share Image
Your trouble comes from years of wearing the wrong kind of shoes. - Jake Wexler — Ellen Raskin Copy Share
