Elizabeth Kostova
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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
home joy strange
It was strange, I reflected.. that even in the weirdest circumstances, the most troubling episodes of one's life, the greatest divides from home and familiarity, there were these moments of undeniable joy.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
boys men
Boys mystified me, although I dreamed vaguely of men.
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.
fall passion people
Sometimes people damage paintings or sculpture because they love it. They throw their arms around a statue in a fit of hysterical passion and it falls over.