“I liked his bookstore manner. He was curious but not entirely focused, interested yet nonchalant, veering between a Look what I've found… — André Aciman Copy Share Image
“lemonade, suntan lotion, books, espadrilles, sunglasses, colored pens, and music, which he listened to with headphones, so that it was impossible to… — André Aciman Copy Share Image
“I’m not wise at all. I told you, I know nothing. I know books, and I know how to string words together—it… — André Aciman Copy Share Image
“People who read are hiders. They hide who they are. People who hide don’t always like who they are.” — André Aciman Copy Share Image
Homer, Vergil, Dante, Shakespeare, Goethe, Proust - not exactly authors one expects to whiz through or take lightly, but like all works… — Andre Aciman Copy Share Image
Authors use 'almost' to avoid stating an outright fact, as though there were something inauthentic, dishonest, unfinished, undecided or even unwholesome -… — Andre 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
“I did not want passion, I did not want pleasure. Perhaps I didn’t even want proof. And I did not want words,… — André Aciman Copy Share Image
“I then asked his assistant for a pen, opened up the hardbound edition, and wrote, Zwischen Immer und Nie, for you in… — André Aciman Copy Share Image
There was a time when Stefan Zweig was the most widely read author in the world. He was lionized everywhere, translated into… — Andre Aciman Copy Share Image
“They are embossed on every song that was a hit that summer, in every novel I read during and after his stay,… — André Aciman Copy Share Image
“The reason why the book begins with the wish to “play back” how the two met is precisely to see if repeating… — André Aciman 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 Copy Share Image
“Elio: What were you doing? Oliver: Thinking. Elio: About? Oliver: Things. Going back to the States. The courses I have to teach… — André Aciman Copy Share Image
“In years to come, if the book was still in his possession, I wanted him to ache. Better yet, I wanted someone… — André Aciman Copy Share Image
“I know books, and I know how to string words together—it doesn’t mean I know how to speak about the things that… — 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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
“I desperately wanted to give him something. By contrast, taking seemed so bland, so facile, so mechanical.” — André Aciman Copy Share Image
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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“When had they separated us, you and me, Oliver? And why did I know it, and why didn't you?” — André Aciman Copy Share Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
