In life we sit at the table and refuse to eat, and in death we are eternally hungry. — Nicole Krauss Copy Share Image
“When they write my obituary. Tomorrow. Or the next day. It will say, Leo Gursky is survived by an apartment full of… — Nicole Krauss Copy Share Image
Sometimes I forget that the world is not on the same schedule as I. That everything is not dying, or that if… — Nicole Krauss Copy Share Image
“I took a drink, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, repeating the gesture that was made a hundred times… — Nicole Krauss Copy Share Image
“These things are lost to oblivion like so much about so many who are born and die without anyone taking the time… — Nicole Krauss Copy Share Image
For me, the most powerful way to write about something is through the absence of it. Rather than writing about what it… — Nicole Krauss Copy Share Image
“Why is it that there was always a unit on history, math, science and god knows what other useless, totally forgettable information… — Nicole Krauss Copy Share Image
All my life I have arrived early only to find myself standing self-consciously on a corner, outside a door, in an empty… — Nicole Krauss Copy Share Image
THE DEATH OF LEOPOLD GURSKY Leopold Gursky started dying on August 18, 1920. He died learning to walk. He died standing at… — 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
“The fear of death haunted me for a year. I cried whenever anyone dropped a glass or broke a picture. But even… — Nicole Krauss Copy Share Image
“In the days after my heart attack & before I began to write again, all I could think about was dying. I'd… — 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
