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… — Elizabeth Kostova Copy Share
I believe in walking out of a museum before the paintings you've seen begin to run together. How else can you carry… — Elizabeth Kostova Copy Share Image
It was not the brutality of what occurred next that changed my mind and brought home to me the full meaning of… — Elizabeth Kostova Copy Share Image
“These are works of history about your century, the twentieth. A fine century-I look forward to the rest of it.” — Elizabeth Kostova Copy Share Image
“Then he said a strange thing, but to himself. 'They lived, didn't they?' And I said yes, that when one reads old letters one… — Elizabeth Kostova Copy Share Image
I was filled with angst in college, that I struggled with the question of my future, the meaning of my life - spoiled sheltered… — Elizabeth Kostova Copy Share Image
We Gypsies know that where Jews are killed, Gypsies are always murthered too. And then a lot of other people, usually. — Elizabeth Kostova Copy Share Image
I love to cook and I've cooked a lot of Bulgarian food over the years. — Elizabeth Kostova Copy Share Image
If there is any good in life, in history, in my own past, I invoke it now. I invoke it with all the passion… — Elizabeth Kostova Copy Share Image
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… — Elizabeth Kostova Copy Share
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… — Elizabeth Kostova Copy Share Image
“I preferred solitude anyway; it was the medium in which I had been raised, in which I swam comfortably.” — Elizabeth Kostova Copy Share Image
The thing that most haunted me that day, however...was the fact that these things had - apparently - actually occurred...For all his attention to my historical education, my father had neglected to tell me this: history's terrible moments were real. I understand now, decades later, that he could never have told me. Only history itself can convince you of such… — Elizabeth Kostova Copy Share
“Then draw everything. Do a hundred drawings a day,' he said fiercely. 'And remember that it's a hellish life.” — Elizabeth Kostova Copy Share Image
