Words matter. These are the best Elizabeth McCracken Quotes, and they’re great for sharing with your friends.
Once I started writing novels, I understood how hard it was to write really good short stories.
When I was in college, I wrote poetry very seriously, and then once I had started writing short stories, I didn’t go back to poetry, partially because I felt like I understood how incredibly difficult it was.
I own an e-reader, but I use it almost exclusively to read things that aren’t books – student theses, unbound galleys.
I like seeing my physical progress through a volume, particularly if it’s a big book.
Remember that a woman who has given birth to a dead child has given birth and is recovering physically, too. Don’t be afraid of grieving parents.
Sadness was something I was thinking about in my life outside of writing, so it wormed itself into whatever I wrote.
I have been the person who tries to keep conversation light while talking to someone whose heart has been smashed.
I sort of don’t believe in closure. In the sense that it doesn’t make me feel better to think that something is over.
A comic strip that your parents read when they were young is a curious thing: it’s an heirloom, and it’s also intimate. You peer through windows and look at the things that made your elders laugh, and then you wonder whether the laugh really belongs to you.
Life likes jokes; life is constantly making jokes, even at the most inopportune moments.
Some graphic narrative art presses against the panel: you wrestle with it at the level of the paper.
Vilnius was once known as ‘The Jerusalem of Lithuania’ because of the number of prayer houses and scholars there; in the first half of the 20th century, it became a center of Yiddish-language scholarship.
The walls of the Franciscan Church of the Assumption of the Holy Virgin Mary were ruined stucco chipping away from the brick underneath, with ghostly frescoes, concrete-filled niches, and one complete, vivid crucifix painted over the altar.
I’m astounded by people who can listen to music when they write. I can only assume that they have multi-track brains, while mine is decidedly single.
When it comes to other people’s writing, my older influences are more powerful than more recent ones, partially because I’m now more worried that I’ll suddenly accidentally steal something from another writer.
In general, I think people are worried about saying the wrong thing to any grieving person. On a very basic level, I think they’re frightened of touching off tears or sorrow, as though someone tearing up at the mention of unhappy news would be the mentioner’s fault.
There are two MFA programs here at the University of Texas, and I read on the jury of both of them. And it’s amazing to me how many really talented young writers seem to fear humor.
In ‘Property,’ none of the characters are based on any real people, but the house is very much the house that I moved into in Saratoga Springs, N.Y.
When I first met my husband, he was sculpting Vilnius out of clay – a sort of Vilnius, anyhow: a map of an imaginary European city based on the Lithuanian capital – to illustrate his second novel.
My mother’s family didn’t speak much about Europe: My mother was born in 1935, and her new-world parents were the sort who didn’t want to worry their children about the war.
Revising stuff lately, I was shocked to see how often my characters scratched their ankles, felt their feet, and touched their own ears.
When you’ve lost a baby, everyone around you expects you to be fine once the new baby is born, as though that somehow takes away the pain of losing the first child. I needed to express how wrong that was.
I used to be a writer with superstitions worthy of a professional baseball player: I needed a certain desk chair and a certain armchair and a certain desk arrangement, and I could only get really useful work done between 8 P.M. and 3 A.M. Then I started to move, and I couldn’t bring my chairs with me.
Humor reminds you, when you’re flattened by sorrow, that you’re still human.
An iron lung looks like an enormous metal coffin or a 19th-century rocket ship: only its occupant’s head is left outside, a tight seal around the neck.
I feel like I don’t understand time in novels, really. I bumble forward, is all.
It’s an amazing thing to watch a lizard fold a moth into its mouth, like a sword swallower who specialises in umbrellas.
I work in my office on the campus of the University of Texas. It’s the sort of place described as ‘book-lined’, but it’s recently tipped over into ‘fire-hazard’ territory.
New Orleans is still the place where you find out that you have a doppelganger and feel lucky – but somehow unsurprised – to learn that his name is Mad Bottom.
You write the way you think about the world. My motto in times of trouble – and I’m speaking of life, not writing – is ‘no humor too black.’
It’s hard to know which made me more aware of the impossibility of protecting children – having a child die or having had two live.
There were a lot of things I loved about working in a library, but mostly I miss the library patrons. I love books, but books are everywhere. Library patrons are as various and oddball and democratic as library books.
For about half an hour in mid-1992, I knew as much as any layperson about the pleasures of remote access of other people’s computers.
In the last century, I earned my living as a librarian, and I loved it. I’d have to take some classes to get up to speed with 21st-century librarianship.
I’ve always been absolutely appalling about the future, but I sort of think that was my childhood religion. We were future deniers. You did your best in the present, which was all around you.
Acknowledgment of grief – well, it makes feeling the grief easier, not harder.
I am not a therapy person, but I understand what therapy does. It’s a way of translating dark thoughts into something manageable.
There was a time in my life when I wasn’t sure I’d ever write a short story again because I had started writing novels, and I am fundamentally a lazy person, and the fact is that a novel is a lazy person’s form, really. That is, you can amble; you can digress.
When I tell people there are three stories in ‘Thunderstruck’ that were from the same wrecked novel, they want to guess what they are. Nobody has. There are no characters or timelines in common. They’re structured very differently. A good novel wouldn’t have pulled apart so easily.
In library science school, back in the years of glowing green non-graphical screens and protocols called Archie and Veronica, I wrote Internet documentation.
You believe in God or statistics or the way your narrative differs from other people.
I can’t imagine not joking even at the worst of times. And for me, it’s sort of automatic.
I have a memory of my fourth-grade self wanting to be the first woman president of the United States, but I think that has a lot more to do with my love of world records and reference books than a love of serving my country.
I’m a higgledy-piggledy person in every way. On days that I work, I work for eight hours in a row, with my internet access entirely turned off, locked in my office.
