I left the library. Crossing the street, I was hit head-on by a brutal loneliness. I felt dark and hollow. Abandoned, unnoticed, forgotten, I stood on the sidewalk, a nothing, a gatherer of dust. People hurried past me. And everyone who walked by was happier than I. I felt the old envy. I would have given anything to be one of them.

— Nicole Krauss

In life, we sit at the table and refuse to eat, and in death we are eternally hungry.

— Nicole Krauss

In the days after my heart attack & before I began to write again, all I could think about was dying. I'd been spared again, and only after the danger had passed did I allow my thoughts to unravel to their inevitable end. I imagined all the ways I could go. Blood clots to the brain. Infarction. Thrombosis. Pneumonia. Grand mal obstruction to the vent cave. I saw myself foaming at the mouth, writhing on the floor. I'd wake up in the night, gripping my throat. And yet. No matter how often I imagined the possible failure of my organs, I found the consequence inconceivable. That it could happen to me. I forced myself to picture the last moments. The penultimate breath. A final sigh. And yet. It was always followed by another.

— Nicole Krauss

In the months after the relationship ends, a person can seem to grow at a lightning rate, like in a nature documentary where weeks of footage is run at high speed to show a plant unfurling in seconds, but in reality the person has been growing all along, under the surface, and it is only in their new freedom, in their hair-raising aloneness, that the person can allow for these underground things to break through and unfurl themselves in the light.

— Nicole Krauss

I read differently now, more painstakingly, knowing I am probably revisiting the books I love for the last time. (245)

— Nicole Krauss

I tried to make sense of things. Now that I think about it, I have always tried. It could be my epitaph. LEO DUSKY: HE TRIED TO MAKE SENSE.

— Nicole Krauss

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

It wasn't always like this. There was a time when I imagined my life could happen in another way. It's true that early on I became used to the long hours I spent alone. I discovered that I did not need people as others did. After writing all day it took an effort to make conversation, like wading through cement, and often I simply chose not to make it, eating at a restaurant with a book or going for long walks alone instead, unwinding the solitude of the day through the city. But loneliness, true loneliness, is impossible to accustom oneself to, and while I was still young I thought of my situation as somehow temporary, and did not stop hoping and imagining that I would meet someone and fall in love... Yes, there was a time before I closed myself off to others.

— Nicole Krauss

It would mark the end of a year that he might look back on as hands, a pivot between two lines. Or not: maybe enough time, would pass that eventually he would look back on his life, all of it, as a series of events both logical and continuous.

— Nicole Krauss

I've reached the age where bruises are formed from failures within rather than accidents without.

— Nicole Krauss