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
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
Sometimes just to paint a head you have to give up the whole figure. To paint a leaf, you have to sacrifice… — Nicole Krauss Copy Share Image
Now that mine is almost over, I can say that the one thing that struck me most about life is the capacity… — Nicole Krauss Copy Share Image
Then I turned the page and at the top it said THINGS I MISS ABOUT M and there was a list of… — Nicole Krauss Copy Share Image
My first novel, 'Man Walks Into a Room,' is about a man who's lost his memory and has to start a second… — Nicole Krauss Copy Share Image
For me, what I am making in the novel is a place to live. When I first switched from poetry to novels,… — Nicole Krauss Copy Share Image
Part of the work of writing a novel is to uncover the symmetries or connections that make it whole, which might not… — Nicole Krauss Copy Share Image
When I was with Yoav, everything in me that had been sitting stood up. He had a way of looking at me… — Nicole Krauss Copy Share Image
I always wrote little things when I was younger. My first opus was a book of poems put down in a spiral… — Nicole Krauss Copy Share Image
At first Babel longed for the use of just two words: Yes and No. But he knew that just to utter a… — Nicole Krauss Copy Share Image
I have a very strong sense of architecture in my novels. But at first it's sometimes like building a doorknob before you… — 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
