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I scowled at the world. And the world scowled back. We were locked in a stare of mutual disgust.

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Nicole Krauss
Age: 50
Born: 1974
Born: August 18
Author
Novelist
Writer
Manhattan borough
New York City
World
Scowled
Disgust
Stare
Disgusting
Locked
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I'm not immune to the readers' desires. Sometimes they are my own, because I'm a reader, too. The readers' desire to know what really happened and what didn't. To have a glimpse into what's really the author and what isn't. I think we all have that and I wonder about what it means.
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Empty teacups gathered around her and dictionary pages fell at her feet.
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There's no match for the silence of GOD.
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...The plural of elf is elves! What a language! What a world!
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