Why does one begin to write? Because she feels misunderstood, I guess. Because it never comes out clearly enough when she tries… — Nicole Krauss Copy Share Image
In the beginning it was always the same. But. I kept trying. Then one day I accidentally moved as the shutter clicked.… — Nicole Krauss Copy Share Image
the shop owner did not try to push the book on any of her customers. She knew that in the wrong hands… — 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
Bruno, my old faithful. I haven't sufficiently described him. Is it enough to say he is indescribable? No. Better to try and… — Nicole Krauss Copy Share Image
The more freedom I allow myself as a writer to wander, become lost and go into uncertain territory - and I am… — Nicole Krauss Copy Share Image
The oldest emotion in the world may be that of being moved; but to describe it-just to name it-must have been like… — 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
