She struggled with her sadness, but tried to conceal it, to divide it into smaller and smaller parts and scatter these in… — Nicole Krauss Copy Share Image
“I won't waste your time with the injuries of my childhood, with my loneliness, or the fear and sadness of the years… — Nicole Krauss Copy Share Image
If at large gatherings or parties, or around people with whom you feel distant, your hands sometimes hang awkwardly at the ends… — Nicole Krauss Copy Share Image
“I won't waste your time with the injuries of my childhood, with my loneliness, or the fear and sadness of the years… — Nicole Krauss Copy Share Image
“She struggled with her sadness, but tried to conceal it, to divide it into smaller and smaller parts and scatter these in… — Nicole Krauss Copy Share Image
“The fear of death haunted me for a year. I cried whenever anyone dropped a glass or broke a picture. But even… — Nicole Krauss Copy Share Image
“HOW ANGELS SLEEP. Unsoundly. They toss and turn, trying to understand the mystery of the living. They know so little about what… — 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… — Nicole Krauss Copy Share Image
“If I had a camera," I said, "I'd take a picture of you every day. That way I'd remember how you looked… — 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
