Words matter. These are the best David Ebershoff Quotes, and they’re great for sharing with your friends.
Since I was a kid, I feel most confident when I’m reading.
‘The Danish Girl’ was published in 2000. Then it, too, would disappear, as most books do. It fell out of print almost everywhere. I wrote other books and, as an editor, worked on dozens more. Yet always, Lili stayed with me.
Marriage fascinates me: how we negotiate its span, how we change within it, how it changes itself, and why some relationships survive and others do not. There isn’t a single marriage that couldn’t provide enough narrative arc for a novel.
When I see someone interesting on the subway – the lady with her new Bible or the delivery guy holding down a dozen Mylar balloons – my mind goes in two different directions. Where are they coming from? And where are they going?
History devours, but at times it resurrects. Some lives must wait for history to catch up.
I always love novels that open up a subject to me – like raising a window to a beautiful, mysterious world outside.
An artist sees that which does not yet exist. He or she imagines a future others cannot perceive. The artist – and the writer – reshapes reality so that it becomes even more vivid and lasting.
In some ways, writing a novel, especially a novel set in the past and about characters who once lived, is about amassing enough details and arranging them properly in order to offer the reader a verisimilitude that satisfies his or her curiosity about the story at hand.
I’m not the kind of writer that can write eight hours a day… I’m the kind of writer that the more time I have, the less efficient I am.
Sometimes when I travel, I like to close my eyes and imagine visiting during another era.
I love to read history; at its best, it is an art.
We struggle throughout our lives to learn to accept the shell that transports us through this world, and many of us take great effort to change it. I believe everyone has at least once looked in the mirror and thought, ‘That is not me. I am someone else. The world cannot see me as I really am.’
