We move through the day like two hands of a clock: sometimes we overlap for a moment, then come apart again, carrying on alone. Everyday exactly the same: the tea, the burnt toast, the crumbs, the silence. Nicole Krauss More Quotes by Nicole Krauss More Quotes From Nicole Krauss It is impossible to distrust one's writing without awakening a deeper distrust in oneself. Nicole Krauss awakening impossible writing Empty teacups gathered around her and dictionary pages fell at her feet. Nicole Krauss empty pages feet The misery of other people is only an abstraction something that can be sympathized with only by drawing from one's own experiences. But as it stands, true empathy remains impossible. And so long as it is, people will continue to suffer the pressure of their seemingly singular existence. Nicole Krauss drawing long people All I want is not to die on a day when I went unseen. Nicole Krauss history-of-love unseen want Sometimes I forget that the world is not on the same schedule as I. That everything is not dying, or that if it is dying it will return to life, what with a little sun and the usual encouragement. Nicole Krauss encouragement dying usual The clarity was startling and Samson wondered whether he was imagining these moments. Not that they hadn't happened at all, but that they had been embellished by details from elsewhere, fragments that survived the obliteration of other memories, vagrant data that gravitated and stuck to what was left to remember. But in the end he rejected this idea. The memories were too perfect: take one detail away and they collapsed into disorder. Nicole Krauss data memories ideas Getting a book published made me feel a little bit sad... I felt driven by the need to write a book, rather than the need to write. I needed to figure out what was important to me as a writer. Nicole Krauss important writing book And he isn't crying for her, not for his grandma, he's crying for himself: that he: too, is going to die one day. And before that his friends wil die, and the friends of his friends, and, as time passes, the children of his friends, and, if his fate is truly bitter, his own children. (58) Nicole Krauss fate grandma children If it weren't for her, there would never have been an empty space, or the need to fill it. Nicole Krauss most-romantic space needs It's one of those unforgettable moments that happen as a child, when you discover that all along the world has been betraying you. Nicole Krauss unforgettable-moments children world I have always written about characters who fall somewhere in the spectrum between solitary and totally alienated. Nicole Krauss solitary character fall For me, what I am making in the novel is a place to live. When I first switched from poetry to novels, I was asked why, and the metaphor I came up with was about poems as rooms. You can make a room perfect, but then you have to shut the door and never go back, whereas a novel is like a house - it can never be perfect, but you can make a life in it. Nicole Krauss perfect house doors You can't imagine how hard I am on myself. Nothing pummels me like my own doubts, the feeling of how far I still have to go. Nicole Krauss imagine doubt feelings What interests me in writing a novel is taking really remote voices, characters, and stories and beginning to create some kind of web. Nicole Krauss voice writing character The accolades, just like the scrapes and bruises, fade in the end, and all you're left with is your ambition. Nicole Krauss bruises ambition ends If the book is a mystery to its author as she's writing, inevitably it's going to be a mystery to the reader as he or she reads it. Nicole Krauss mystery writing book I'm very interested in structure, how multiple stories are assembled in different ways; that is what memory does as well. Nicole Krauss different doe memories I think of novels as houses. You live in them over the course of a long period, both as a reader and as a writer. Nicole Krauss house long thinking And so he did the hardest thing he’d ever done in his life: he picked up his hat and walked away. Nicole Krauss hats hardest done I read like an animal. I read under the covers, I read lying in the grass, I read at the dinner table. While other people were talking to me, I read. Nicole Krauss animal talking lying
