Tell me, was I the sort of person who took your elbow when cars passed on the street, touched your cheek while you talked, combed your wet hair, stopped by the side of the road in the country to point out certain constellations, standing behind you so that you had the advantage of leaning and looking up?
Nicole KraussI have always written about characters who fall somewhere in the spectrum between solitary and totally alienated.
Nicole Krauss. . . she gave him one of those broad smiles she reserved for strangers, as if she were aware of being able to pass, in their eyes, for an ordinary woman.
Nicole KraussShe 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