An exile reads change the way he reads time, memory, self, love, fear, beauty: in the key of loss. — Andre Aciman Beauty Copy Share Image
“He had picked up shrink talk from the women he'd met in Cambridge and understood that once a woman bares her soul… — André Aciman Copy Share Image
“I wanted it to remain, that he might actually like me, and that he liked me in just the way I liked… — André Aciman Copy Share Image
“If not later, when?” My father liked it. “If not later, when?” It echoed Rabbi Hillel’s famous injunction, “If not now, when?” — André Aciman Copy Share Image
“I look back on those days and regret none of it, not the risks, not the shame, not the total lack of… — André Aciman Regret Copy Share Image
Losing his wealth, his home, the life he had built, killed my father. He didn't die right away; it took four decades… — Andre Aciman Father Copy Share Image
“I want to know your body, I want to know how you feel, I want to know you, and through you, me.” — André Aciman Copy Share Image
With ritual, I punctuate my days till they no longer belong to who I am today but to who I'll be when… — Andre Aciman Copy Share Image
“I can, from the distance of years now, still think I’m hearing the voices of two young men singing these words in… — 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 Andre-aciman Copy Share Image
“He was whispering, “Off, and off, and off, and off,” which made me laugh, and suddenly I was totally naked, feeling the… — André Aciman Copy Share Image
“Next to it on the wall was a framed postcard of Monet's berm. I recognized it immediately. 'It used to be mine,… — André Aciman Andre-aciman Copy Share Image
“I took a sip from my second martini, feeling as decadent as one of those jazz piano players who smoke a lot… — André Aciman Martini Copy Share Image
It is Proust's implacable honesty, his reluctance to cut corners or to articulate what might have been good enough or credible enough… — Andre Aciman Copy Share Image
“No, there’d been another time yet. In my sleep, when he came into my bedroom and lay on top of me, and… — André Aciman Copy Share Image
“...-smells and sounds I'd grown up with and known every year of my life until then but that had suddenly turned on… — André Aciman Memories 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 Business Copy Share Image
“I was happy that the room would revert to me. In my/his room, it would be easier to remember our nights. No,… — André Aciman Andre-aciman Copy Share Image
“We should have talked…” “Maybe,” I said. Of all the things I could have uttered that morning, this insignificant “maybe” was the… — André Aciman Money Copy Share Image
“But I wasn’t fooling myself. I was convinced that no one in the world wanted him as physically as I did; nor… — André Aciman Every night 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 Dreams Copy Share Image
“There is a law somewhere that says that when one person is thoroughly smitten with the other, the other must unavoidably be… — André Aciman Love Copy Share Image
“Elio: This is my spot. All mine. I come here to read. I can't tell you the number of booksI've read here.… — André Aciman Books 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 Cease to exist Copy Share Image
“Jewish?" "Moslem?" I replied. "Just like a Jew: always answers with a question." "Just like a Moslem: always answers the wrong question.” — André Aciman Judaism Copy Share Image
“I was going for the devious smile that would suddenly light up his face each time he'd read my mind, when all… — André Aciman Psychology Copy Share Image
“Time makes us sentimental. Perhaps, in the end, it is because of time that we suffer.” — André Aciman Sentimental Copy Share Image
“We belonged to each other, but had lived so far apart that we belonged to others now.” — André Aciman Copy Share Image
“Is it better to speak or die?” I’d never even have the courage to ask such a question.” — André Aciman Courage Copy Share Image
“Say nothing and he' ll think you regret having written. Say anything and it will be out of place. Do what, then?… — André Aciman Regret Copy Share Image
“I liked forgetting my cares. Thanks to wine, you didn't forget them, they just stopped scaring you for a while.” — André Aciman Forgetting Copy Share Image
“Look, it’s very nice of you—and I appreciate it. But don’t.” His rebuke told me he wasn’t going to play my game.… — André Aciman Copy Share Image
Exiles see double, feel double, are double. When exiles see one place, they're also seeing - or looking for - another behind… — Andre Aciman Copy Share Image
“read stories of restless people who always end up alone and hate being alone because it’s always themselves they can’t stand being… — André Aciman Hate being alone Copy Share Image
“We love only once in our lives, my father had said, sometimes too early, sometimes too late; the other times are always… — André Aciman Father Copy Share Image
“What he was after hangs between the visible and the invisible, between the here and now and the seemingly elsewhere.” — André Aciman Art Copy Share Image
“I had never been able to admit to myself how happy Oliver had made me the day he’d swallowed my peach.” — André Aciman Copy Share Image
“Smile, and the world smiles back. “Oliver, I’m happy,” I said. He looked at me in wonderment. “You’re just horny.” “No, happy.” — André Aciman Copy Share Image
“It was not flirting, just verbal ping-pong. I was dying to slam the ball but too polite to stop the back-and-forth.” — André Aciman Flirting Copy Share Image
“Nothing else had changed. I had not changed. The world hadn’t changed. Yet nothing would be the same.” — André Aciman Copy Share Image
