“Call me by your name and I’ll call you by mine,” which I’d never done in my life before and which, as… — André Aciman Copy Share Image
“If I put my foot on the floor and pretend that his is just behind the leg of the table, will that… — André Aciman Copy Share Image
“The better a writer, the better he erases his footprints- yet the better the writer, the more he wants us to intuit… — André Aciman Copy Share Image
“He was not the type to say that experience is all to the good, that nothing is wasted in life, that everyone… — André Aciman Copy Share Image
“Did I want to be like him? Did I want to be him? Or did I just want to have him? Or… — André Aciman Copy Share Image
“I'm like you,' he said. 'I remember everything.' I stopped for a second. If you remember everything, I wanted to say, and… — André Aciman Copy Share Image
“I began to wonder what turn my life would have taken had someone else shown up instead. I wouldn’t have gone to… — André Aciman Copy Share Image
“How you live your life is your business. But remember, our hearts and our bodies are given to us only once. Most… — André Aciman Copy Share Image
“Elio: You are the only person I'd like to say goodbye to when I die, becaue only then will this thing I… — André Aciman Copy Share Image
“What if it came and didn’t let go, a sorrow that had come to stay, and did to me what longing for… — André Aciman Copy Share Image
“Over the years I'd lodged him in the permanent past, my pluperfect lover, put him on ice, stuffed him with memories and… — André Aciman Copy Share Image
“What is life without this? which was why, in the end, it was I, and not her, who blurted out, not once,… — André Aciman Copy Share Image
“From this moment on, I thought, from this moment on—I had, as I’d never before in my life, the distinct feeling of… — André Aciman Copy Share Image
“What is life without this? which was why, in the end, it was I, and not he, who blurted out, not once,… — André Aciman Copy Share Image
“From this moment on, I thought, from this moment on—I had, as I’d never before in my life, the distinct feeling of… — André Aciman Copy Share Image
“I always tried to keep him within my field of vision. I never let him drift away from me except when he… — André Aciman Copy Share Image
“But I also knew that I was circling wagons around my life with try again later s, and that months, seasons, entire… — André Aciman Copy Share Image
“How you live your life is your business. But remember, our hearts and our bodies are given to us only once. Most… — André Aciman Copy Share Image
“You are the only person I’d like to say goodbye to when I die, because only then will this thing I call… — André Aciman Copy Share Image
“I brought the bathing suit to my face, then rubbed my face inside of it, as if I were trying to snuggle… — André Aciman Copy Share Image
“Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was the truth, maybe I didn't want things to turn abstract, but I felt I… — André Aciman Copy Share Image
“I wanted to hear his window open, hear his espadrilles on the balcony, and then the sound of my own window, which… — André Aciman Copy Share Image
“I couldn't understand how boldness and sorrow, how you're so hard and do you really care for me? could be so thoroughly… — André Aciman Copy Share Image
Don't all writers have a hidden nerve, call it a secret chamber, something irreducibly theirs, which stirs their prose and makes it tick and… — Andre Aciman Copy Share
“I wanted him to remember the morning on Monet's berm when I'd kissed him not the first but the second time and given him… — André Aciman Copy Share
Rituals are how we step into our private field of dreams, a small Elysium all our own. Rituals are made not just for us,… — Andre Aciman Copy Share
“I desperately wanted to give him something. By contrast, taking seemed so bland, so facile, so mechanical.” — André Aciman Copy Share
Proust is interested in minutiae because life, as he sees it, is seldom ever about things but about our impression of things, not about… — Andre Aciman Copy Share
“Well, since you're not going to do anything with me—can you at least read me a story? I'd settle for that. I wanted him… — André Aciman Copy Share
“This is heaven.” And I wouldn’t hear him say another word for at least an hour. There was nothing I loved more in life… — André Aciman Copy Share
“He loved the sticky taste. What had I done? I told him and pointed to the bruised evidence sitting on my desk. “Let me… — André Aciman Copy Share
“When had they separated us, you and me, Oliver? And why did I know it, and why didn't you?” — André Aciman Copy Share
“As we were swimming back, he asked as though it were an afterthought, “Are you going to hold last night against me?” — André Aciman Copy Share
“To be with you. To be with you, Oliver. With or without my bathing suit. To be with you on my bed. In your… — André Aciman Copy Share
“I thought I could ever want another living soul, gently, softly, and, with the kindness one Jew extends to another, work his way into… — André Aciman Copy Share
“Oliver: But there's the catch: you're still twenty years younger than those gathered around you, which is why I can be twenty-four in a… — André Aciman Copy Share
I cannot write if there is a sense of plenitude. I have to hypothesize that there is a loss. — Andre Aciman Copy Share
