Proust is interested in minutiae because life, as he sees it, is seldom ever about things but about our impression of things,… — Andre Aciman Copy Share Image
“I thought I could ever want another living soul, gently, softly, and, with the kindness one Jew extends to another, work his… — 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
“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
For every life we live, there are at least eight others we've gotten close to but may never know. — Andre 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
“This felt special. Like showing someone your private chapel, your secret haunt, the place where, as with the berm, one comes to… — 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
“Looking at him now from the balustrade, I felt something so tender for him that it reminded me how eagerly I had… — André Aciman Copy Share Image
“I knew they didn't suspect a thing, and it bothered me—though I wouldn't have wanted it otherwise. It told me that if… — André Aciman Copy Share Image
“Don’t let him be someone else when he’s away. Don’t let him be someone I’ve never seen before. Don’t let him have… — André Aciman Copy Share Image
“If you remember everything, I wanted to say, and if you are really like me, then before you leave tomorrow, or when… — 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
There are many things about my life that I wish had been different and that I still find difficult to live down. — Andre 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
If I could have him like this in my dreams every night of my life, I'd stake my entire life on dreams… — André Aciman Copy Share Image
“Oliver liked to keep the windows and shutters wide open in the afternoon, with just the swelling sheer curtains between us and… — André Aciman Copy Share Image
“Cor cordium, heart of hearts, I’ve never said anything truer in my life to anyone.” — André Aciman Copy Share Image
'My Night at Maud's,' 'Claire's Knee,' 'Chloe in the Afternoon' are grafted onto my life. — Andre 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
“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
“Everyone goes through a period of Traviamento - when we take, say, a different turn in life, the other via . Dante… — André Aciman Copy Share Image
“Is it your body that I want when I think of lying next to it every night or do I want to… — 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
“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
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
