All the times I have suddenly realized that my parents are dead, even now, it still surprises me, to exist in the… — Nicole Krauss Copy Share Image
Then he almost but didn't say the two sentence he'd been meaning to say for years: part of me is made of… — Nicole Krauss Copy Share Image
Sometimes I thought about nothing and sometimes I thought about my life. At least I made a living. What kind of living?… — Nicole Krauss Copy Share Image
When at last I came upon the right book, the feeling was violent: it blew open a hole in me that made… — Nicole Krauss Copy Share Image
Getting a book published made me feel a little bit sad... I felt driven by the need to write a book, rather… — Nicole Krauss Copy Share Image
The truth is that she told me she couldn't love me. When she said goodbye, she was saying goodbye forever. And yet.… — Nicole Krauss Copy Share Image
I wished to punish her for her intolerable stoicism, which made it impossible for me to ever be truly needed by her… — Nicole Krauss Copy Share Image
Once upon a time there was a boy who lived in a house across the field from a girl who no longer… — Nicole Krauss Copy Share Image
I finally understood that no matter what I did, or who I found, I-he-none of us-would ever be able to win over… — Nicole Krauss Copy Share Image
I’ve always liked the feeling of traveling light; there is something in me that wants to feel I could leave wherever I… — 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
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
When you are young, you think it's going to be solved by love. But it never is. Being close -- as close… — 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
“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
