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.
Elizabeth Kostova
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I believe in walking out of a museum before the paintings you've seen begin to run together. How else can you carry anything away with you in your mind's eye?
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You are a total stranger and you want to take my library book.
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And how could anyone consent to give up the smell of open books, old or new?
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When you handle books all day long, every new one is a friend and a temptation.
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It was good to walk into a library again; it smelled like home.
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Faith is simply whatever is real to us.
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-Do you think artists are supposed to be happy? -Everyone is supposed to be. -I said staunchly, and I knew that I was indeed an idiot and that was my destiny and I didn't mind it
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It's a shame for a woman'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 when they happened.
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As a historian, I have learned that, in fact, not everyone who reaches back into history can survive it. And it is not only reaching back that endangers us; sometimes history itself reaches inexorably forward for us with its shadowy claws.
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It was not the brutality of what occurred next that changed my mind and brought home to me the full meaning of fear. It was the brilliance of it.
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There is survival and survival, the historian learns to his grief. The very worst impulses of humankind can survive generations, centuries, even millenia. And the best of our individual efforts can die with us at the end of a single lifetime.
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It touched me to be trusted with something terrible.
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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.
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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.
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