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
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
At the end, all that's left of you are your possessions. Perhaps that's why I've never been able to throw anything away.… — Nicole Krauss Copy Share Image
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
Without memories to cloud it, the mind perceives with absolute clarity. Each observation stands out in stark relief. In the beginning, when… — 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
When I got older I decided I wanted to be a real writer. I tried to write about real things. I wanted… — Nicole Krauss Copy Share Image
To walk into a modern-day bookstore is a little bit like studying a single photograph out of the infinite number of photographs… — Nicole Krauss Copy Share Image
She [my mother] was the force around which our world turned. My mother was propelled through the universe by the brute force… — Nicole Krauss Copy Share Image
I like to think the world wasn't ready for me, but maybe the truth is that I wasn't ready for the world.… — 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
To touch and feel each thing in the world, to know it by sight and by name, and then to know it… — 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 am always coming up with architectural metaphors when I think about writing. But I think one of the things that draw… — Nicole Krauss Copy Share Image
Even now, all possible feelings do not yet exist, there are still those that lie beyond our capacity and our imagination. From… — Nicole Krauss Copy Share Image
I scowled at the world. And the world scowled back. We were locked in a stare of mutual disgust. — Nicole Krauss Copy Share Image
It's one of those unforgettable moments that happen as a child, when you discover that all along the world has been betraying… — Nicole Krauss Copy Share Image
Except for when I was very little and thought that being an "engineer" meant he drove a train. Then I imagined him… — 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
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
The book Forest Dark wants to provoke questions about what is reality and why are we so given to believe that reality… — Nicole Krauss Copy Share Image
And it's like some tiny nothing that sets off a natural disaster halfway across the world, only this was the opposite of… — 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
“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
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