Mom?" I said. She turned. "Can I talk to you about something?" "Of course, darling. Come here." I took a few steps… — 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
Franz Kafka is dead. He died in a tree from which he wouldn't come down. "Come down!" they cried to him. "Come… — 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
Don’t you see?” I said. “He could change every detail, but he couldn’t change her.” “But why?” His obtuseness frustrated me. “Because… — 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
("Let's stand under a tree," she said. "Why?" "Because it's nicer." "Maybe you should sit on a chair, and I'll stand above… — Nicole Krauss Copy Share Image
Then I turned the page and at the top it said THINGS I MISS ABOUT M and there was a list of… — 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
He held my hand and told me a story about when he was six and threw a rock at a kid's head… — 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 smiled back, the importance of manners, my mother always said, is inversely related to how inclined one is to use them,… — 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
