“I knew how to raise my own child, what did he think it was, a game of Scrabble or Monopoly, there are… — Nicole Krauss Copy Share Image
Perhaps that is what it means to be a father-to teach your child to live without you. — 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
“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
“Sometimes, reading to my children at night, the perverse thought would come to me that in rehashing for them the same fairy… — Nicole Krauss Copy Share Image
And he isn't crying for her, not for his grandma, he's crying for himself: that he: too, is going to die one… — Nicole Krauss Copy Share Image
“The woman who later became his wife was sleeping in his bed, her face buried in the pillows and her feet crossed… — Nicole Krauss Copy Share Image
. . . I would have let him go one finger at a time, until, without his realizing, he'd be floating without… — 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
“I was familiar with the little mating rituals of getting to know each other, of dragging out the stories from childhood, summer… — Nicole Krauss Copy Share Image
Only later did I come to understand that to be a mother is to be an illusion. No matter how vigilant, in… — Nicole Krauss Copy Share Image
“My child, My love and my regret, as you were when I first laid eyes on you, a tiny old man who… — Nicole Krauss Copy Share Image
It's one of those unforgettable moments that happen as a child, when you discover that all along the world has been betraying… — Nicole Krauss Copy Share Image
Except for when I was very little and thought that being an "engineer" meant he drove a train. Then I imagined him… — Nicole Krauss Copy Share Image
“Franz Kafka is Dead He died in a tree from which he wouldn't come down. "Come down!" they cried to him. "Come… — 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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
