Once upon a time there was a boy who loved a girl, and her laughter was a question he wanted to spend his whole life answering.
P. 11 (The History of Love (2005)) |
At night the sky is pure astromomy.
Nicole KraussWhen I got older I decided I wanted to be a real writer. I tried to write about real things. I wanted to describe the world, because to live in an undescribed world was too lonely.
Nicole KraussEven after the only person whose opinion I cared about left on a boat for America, I continued to fill pages with her name.
Nicole KraussWhen I got up again, I'd shed the only part of me that had ever thought I'd find words for even the smallest bit of life.
Nicole KraussThese things were lost to oblivion like so much about so many who are born and die without anyone ever taking the time to write it all down.
Nicole KraussPerhaps that is what it means to be a father- to teach your child to live without you. If so, no one was a greater father than I.
Nicole Krauss