I think of novels as houses. You live in them over the course of a long period, both as a reader and… — Nicole Krauss Copy Share Image
What interests me very much as a writer is the ability for writing to have our lives to be occupied so vividly… — Nicole Krauss Copy Share Image
Sometimes no length of string is long enough to say the thing that needs to be said. In such cases all the… — Nicole Krauss Copy Share Image
And if the man who once upon a time had been a boy who promised he'd never fall in love with another… — Nicole Krauss Copy Share Image
You’re lost in your own world, in the things that happen there, and you’ve locked all the doors. Sometimes I look at… — 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… — Nicole Krauss Copy Share Image
The misery of other people is only an abstraction something that can be sympathized with only by drawing from one's own experiences.… — Nicole Krauss Copy Share Image
She was gone, and all that was left was the space you'd grown around her, like a tree that grows around a… — Nicole Krauss Copy Share Image
The truth was I'd given up waiting long ago. The moment had passed, the door between the lives we could have led… — Nicole Krauss Copy Share Image
That he liked to think of himself as a philosopher. That he questioned all things, even the most simple, to the extent… — Nicole Krauss Copy Share Image
Our kiss was niticlimactic. It wasn't that the kiss was bad, but it was just a note of punctuation in our long… — 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
“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
