Elizabeth Kostova
Elizabeth Kostova
Elizabeth Johnson Kostovais an American author best known for her debut novel The Historian...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionAuthor
Date of Birth26 December 1964
CountryUnited States of America
giving-up book smell
And how could anyone consent to give up the smell of open books, old or new?
girl book college
I was filled with angst in college, that I struggled with the question of my future, the meaning of my life - spoiled sheltered rich girl collides with great books and is devastated by her own banality.
book
Every writer hopes his or her book will be its own thing.
book purpose reader
No book that is written for an external purpose is going to be a passionately felt book for the writer or the reader. I don't see the point in doing that.
book library want
You are a total stranger and you want to take my library book.
book long temptation
When you handle books all day long, every new one is a friend and a temptation.
book wonder someday
...what will we someday do, I always wonder, without the pleasures of turning through books and stumbling on things we never meant to find?
teacher war book
It's a shame for women's history to be all about men--first boys, then other boys, then men men men. It reminds me of the way our school history textbooks were all about wars and elections, one war after another, with the dull periods of peace skimmed over whenever they occurred. (Our teachers deplored this and added extra units about social history and protest movements, but that was still the message of the books.)
waiting different today
Today I will go to wait for her again, because I cannot help it, because my whole being seems now to be bound up in the being of one so different from myself and yet so exquisitely familiar that I can scarely understand what has happened.
together remember flash-floods
My guess is that he remembers some of me, some of us together, and the rest rolled off him like topsoil in a flash flood.
remember found anthropologists
I wondered why she craved this knowledge and found myself remembering that she was, after all, an anthropologist.
growing-up voice paper
It's funny; in this era of e-mail and voice mail and all those things that even I did not grow up with, a plain old paper letter takes on amazing intimacy.
lonely romance ruins
In those days, I still thoroughly enjoyed the romance I called "by myself"; I didn't know yet how it gets lonely, picks up a sharp edge later on that ruins a day now and then-- ruins more than that, if you're not careful.
people matter ends
He can't really love anyone, you know, and in the end such people are always alone, no matter how much other people once loved them.