“There's a hurried intensity in the strokes--you can see where he scratched into the wet paint with the end of the brush.… — Nicole Krauss Copy Share Image
“I won't waste your time with the injuries of my childhood, with my loneliness, or the fear and sadness of the years… — Nicole Krauss Copy Share Image
The clarity was startling and Samson wondered whether he was imagining these moments. Not that they hadn't happened at all, but that… — Nicole Krauss Copy Share Image
“Daniel was twenty-three, a year younger than I was, and though he hadn’t yet published a book of poems he seemed to… — Nicole Krauss Copy Share Image
“But see, the incredible thing about people is that we forget," Ray continued. "Time passes and somehow the hope creeps back and… — Nicole Krauss Copy Share Image
You’re lost in your own world, in the things that happen there, and you’ve locked all the doors. Sometimes I look at… — Nicole Krauss Copy Share Image
“As for what, exactly, was said about the future, all I can say is that, speaking as indirectly as we were, transferred… — Nicole Krauss Copy Share Image
Why are we so addicted to factual knowledge? Why are we so uncomfortable with the unknown? Is it something about the anxiety… — Nicole Krauss Copy Share Image
Maybe the first time you saw her you were ten. She was standing in the sun scratching her legs. Or tracing letters… — Nicole Krauss Copy Share Image
“He had slept next to her for thirty-six years, and the mattress felt different without her weight, however slight, and without the… — Nicole Krauss Copy Share Image
Once upon a time you were a fish. How do you know? Because I was also a fish. You, too? Sure. A… — Nicole Krauss Copy Share Image
She was gone, and all that was left was the space you'd grown around her, like a tree that grows around a… — Nicole Krauss Copy Share Image
Once upon a time there was a boy who loved a girl and her laughter was a question he wanted to spend… — Nicole Krauss Copy Share Image
That he liked to think of himself as a philosopher. That he questioned all things, even the most simple, to the extent… — Nicole Krauss Copy Share Image
The truth was I'd given up waiting long ago. The moment had passed, the door between the lives we could have led… — Nicole Krauss Copy Share Image
At times I believed that the last page of my book and the last page of my life were one and the… — Nicole Krauss Copy Share Image
“Narrative cannot sustain formlessness any more than light can sustain darkness - it is the antithesis of formlessness, and so it can never truly… — Nicole Krauss Copy Share
I think of novels as houses. You live in them over the course of a long period, both as a reader and as a… — Nicole Krauss Copy Share
When we went into the ocean, I watched his body as he dove into the waves, and it gave me a feeling in my… — Nicole Krauss Copy Share
“There are times when the kindness of strangers only makes matter worse because one realizes how badly one is in need of kindness and… — Nicole Krauss Copy Share
She was gone, and all that was left was the space where you'd grown around her, like a tree that grows around a fence. — Nicole Krauss Copy Share
“The air felt different in my lungs. The world no longer looked the same. You change and then you change again. You become a… — Nicole Krauss Copy Share
“The first language humans had was gestures. There was nothing primitive about this language that flowed from people’s hands, nothing we say now that… — Nicole Krauss Copy Share
I feel really strongly about not wanting to overly guide the reader about what he or she should think. I really trust the reader… — Nicole Krauss Copy Share
Mom?" I said. She turned. "Can I talk to you about something?" "Of course, darling. Come here." I took a few steps into the… — Nicole Krauss Copy Share
In one's youth, one has tremendous access to one's feelings. And as one gets older, some of those feelings kind of drift away. But… — Nicole Krauss Copy Share
Obviously I've been reading Kafka for a long long time, since I was really young, and even before I ever read him I knew… — Nicole Krauss Copy Share
“She's kept her love for him as alive as the summer they first met. In order to do this, she's turned life away. Sometimes… — Nicole Krauss Copy Share
Sometimes no length of string is long enough to say the thing that needs to be said. In such cases all the string can… — Nicole Krauss Copy Share
“Doesn’t part of the awe that fills us when we confront the unknown come from understanding that, should it at last flood into us… — Nicole Krauss Copy Share
“I knew how to raise my own child, what did he think it was, a game of Scrabble or Monopoly, there are no rules,… — Nicole Krauss Copy Share
