Maybe the first time you saw her you were ten. She was standing in the sun scratching her legs. Or tracing letters in the dirt with a stick. Her hair was being pulled. Or she was pulling someone's hair. And… — 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
