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
summer thinking water
Bulgarians eat tarator every single day in summer. They think of it as salad although we'd call it a soup. You can make it as thick or thin as you like depending on how much water you add. It's very practical in summer because yogurt cools the body faster than water, but the water hydrates you.
thinking historical important
I think it's important to recognise that 'The Da Vinci Code' opened up a vast new audience for a general readership interested in historical detective stories and research into history.
believe thinking europe
What comes to your mind when you think of the word Transylvania, if you ponder it at all? What comes to my mind are mountains of savage beauty, ancient castles, werewolves, and witches - a land of magical obscurity. How, in short, am I to believe I will still be in Europe, on entering such a realm? I shall let you know if it's Europe or fairyland, when I get there. First, Snagov - I set out tomorrow.
life thinking evil
As you know, human history is full of evil deeds, and maybe we ought to think of them with tears, not fascination.
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.
heart broken
..then you must say to her, ‘Madame, I observe that your heart is broken. Allow me to repair it for you...
heart wish tradition
In the end, I always act from the heart, even if I also value reason and tradition. I wish I could explain why, but I don't know.
talking silence moments
There is nothing harder, at moments, than talking to someone who has all the power of silence.
giving-up book smell
And how could anyone consent to give up the smell of open books, old or new?