I have a very strong sense of architecture in my novels. But at first it's sometimes like building a doorknob before you… — Nicole Krauss Copy Share Image
...our eyes locked in one of those looks that sometimes happen between strangers, when both wordlessly agree that reality contains sinkholes whose… — Nicole Krauss Copy Share Image
Sometimes I forget that the world is not on the same schedule as I. That everything is not dying, or that if… — Nicole Krauss Copy Share Image
I do realize that the reader needs some form of resolution. Sometimes I think of it almost like writing a musical score… — 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
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
You're looking for ways always as the writer to bring readers into intimacy, you with them with you. Photos can sometimes do… — 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
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
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
Sometimes just to paint a head you have to give up the whole figure. To paint a leaf, you have to sacrifice… — Nicole Krauss Copy Share Image
I'm not immune to the readers' desires. Sometimes they are my own, because I'm a reader, too. The readers' desire to know… — Nicole Krauss Copy Share Image
I walked down my snow covered street. Out of habit I turned and checked for my footsteps. When I arrived at my… — Nicole Krauss Copy Share Image
Sometimes, waking early before the others, wandering the rooms wrapped in a blanket or drinking my tea in the empty kitchen, I… — Nicole Krauss Copy Share Image
I try to make a point of being seen. Sometimes when I'm out, I'll buy a juice even when I'm not thirsty.… — Nicole Krauss Copy Share Image
We move through the day like two hands of a clock: sometimes we overlap for a moment, then come apart again, carrying… — Nicole Krauss Copy Share Image
That's what I do. Watch movies and read. Sometimes I even pretend to write, but I'm not fooling anyone. Oh, and I… — Nicole Krauss Copy Share Image
Sometimes I get the feeling that we're just a bunch of habits. The gestures we repeat over and over, they're just our… — 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
