• A couple months after my heart attack, fifty-seven years after I'd given it up, I started to write again. I did it for myself alone, not for anyone else, and that was the difference. It didn't matter if I found the words, and more than that, I knew it would be impossible to find the right ones.

    Nicole Krauss (2006). “The History of Love: A Novel”, p.9, W. W. Norton & Company