Because, nothing makes me happier and nothing makes me sadder than you.
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Nicole Krauss
Nicole Krauss (born August 18, 1974) is an American author best known for her three novels Man Walks Into a Room (2002), The History of Love (2005) and Great House (2010). Her fiction has been published in The New Yorker, Harper's, Esquire, and Granta's Best American Novelists Under 40, and has been collected in Best American Short Stories 2003 and Best American Short Stories 2008. Her novels have been translated into 35 languages. In 2010, she was selected as one of The New Yorker's "20 Under 40" writers to watch. In 2011, Nicole Krauss won an award from the Anisfield-Wolf Book Awards for her novel Great House. 2Early life Krauss, who grew up on Long Island, was born in Manhattan, New York City to a British Jewish mother and an American Jewish father, an engineer and orthopedic surgeon who grew up partly in Israel. Krauss's maternal grandparents were born in Germany and Ukraine and later immigrated to London. Her paternal grandparents were born in Hungary and Slonim, Belarus, met in Israel, and later immigrated to New York. Many of these places are central to Krauss's 2005 novel, The History of Love, and the book is dedicated to her grandparents. Krauss, who started writing when she was a teenager, wrote and published mainly poetry until she began her first novel in 200
Why does one begin to write? Because she feels misunderstood, I guess. Because it never comes out clearly enough when she tries to speak. Because she wants to rephrase the world, to take it in and give it back again differently, so that everything is used and nothing is lost. Because it’s something…
That’s what I do. Watch movies and read. Sometimes I even pretend to write, but I’m not fooling anyone. Oh, and I go to the mailbox.
Because, nothing makes me happier and nothing makes me sadder than you.
I like to think the world wasn’t ready for me, but maybe the truth is that I wasn’t ready for the world. I’ve always arrived too late for my life.
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.
Every time she tries to leave, the boy stops her, begging like a fool. And so she always returns, no matter how often she leaves or how far she goes, appearing soundlessly behind him and covering his eyes with her hands, spoiling for him anyone who could ever come after her.
We met each other when we were young, before we knew enough about disappointment, and once we did we found we reminded each other of it.
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.
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.
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.