Elizabeth Kostova Quotations

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.

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.

I wondered why she craved this knowledge and found myself remembering that she was, after all, an anthropologist.

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.

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.

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.

..then you must say to her, ‘Madame, I observe that your heart is broken. Allow me to repair it for you...

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.

There is nothing harder, at moments, than talking to someone who has all the power of silence.

And how could anyone consent to give up the smell of open books, old or new?