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
“So many words get lost. They leave the mouth and lose their courage, wandering aimlessly until they are swept into the gutter… — Nicole Krauss Copy Share Image
Now we'd known each other for two years, the side of my calf was touching his shins, and his stomach was against… — Nicole Krauss Copy Share Image
Later - when things happened that they could never have imagined - she wrote him a letter that said: When will you… — Nicole Krauss Copy Share Image
“19. THE WALL OF DICTIONARIES BETWEEN MY MOTHER AND THE WORLD GETS TALLER EVERY YEAR Sometimes pages of the dictionaries come loose… — 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 opened my mouth, but nothing came out. It took seven languages to make me; it would be nice if I could… — 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
