“This was a time when I intentionally failed to drop bread crumbs for my return journey; instead, I ate them.” — André Aciman Copy Share Image
“I liked how our minds seemed to travel in parallel, how we instantly inferred what words the other was toying with but… — André Aciman Copy Share Image
“I want you as intermezzo. So I said, I want you as both, or as in between. “He seemed taken aback. “Naughty,… — André Aciman Copy Share Image
“He remembered and instantly moaned his own name three times, as we’d done during that night. I could feel myself already getting… — André Aciman Copy Share Image
Besides the fear of ending up with the totally wrong person, the first time between two persons is underscored by two things:… — André Aciman Copy Share Image
“I tried imitating him a few times. But I was too self-conscious, like someone trying to feel natural while walking about naked… — André Aciman Copy Share Image
“Then came the giggle, this time for real, as if she had committed a naughty prank but was not in the least… — André Aciman Copy Share Image
“Not if you don’t want to.” I knew exactly what he wanted to talk about. He wanted to go over the moment… — André Aciman Copy Share Image
“I didn’t know what I was afraid of, nor why I worried so much, nor why this thing that could so easily… — André Aciman Copy Share Image
Writing the past is never a neutral act. Writing always asks the past to justify itself, to give its reasons... provided we… — 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
“But Later! was also a way of avoiding saying goodbye, of making light of all goodbyes. You said Later! not to mean… — 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
There comes the time at every Passover seder when someone will open a door to let in the prophet Elijah. At that… — Andre Aciman Copy Share Image
“Like the subconscious, like love, like memory, like time itself, like every single one of us, the church is built on the… — André Aciman Copy Share Image
“You know what things. By now you of all people should know.” Silence. “Why are you telling me all this?” “Because I… — 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
“To me those hours spent at that round wooden table in our garden with the large umbrella imperfectly shading my papers, the… — André Aciman Copy Share Image
“Two words from him, and I had seen my pouting apathy change into I’ll play anything for you till you ask me… — André Aciman Copy Share Image
“We got into the car. It was my first time. The car was spotless and I liked its smell, the smell of… — André Aciman Copy Share Image
“I wish I could be with you all,' I responded, getting all worked up myself over someone I had almost entirely stopped… — André Aciman Copy Share Image
As a memoirist, I may claim to write the easier-to-remember things, but I could also just be writing to sweep them away.… — Andre Aciman Copy Share Image
“I know desire when I see it—and yet, this time, it slipped by completely. I was going for the devious smile that… — André Aciman Copy Share Image
“That day belongs to a different time warp. We should learn to leave sleeping dogs—” — André Aciman Copy Share Image
“Any moment now we were going to say goodbye. Suddenly part of my life was going to be taken away from me… — André Aciman Copy Share Image
“how we move through time, how time moves through us, how we change and keep changing and come back to the same.… — André Aciman Copy Share Image
An exile reads change the way he reads time, memory, self, love, fear, beauty: in the key of loss. — Andre Aciman Copy Share Image
“But Later! was also a way of avoiding saying goodbye, of making light of all goodbyes. You said Later! not to mean… — André Aciman Copy Share Image
“I began reluctantly to steal from the present to pay off debts I knew I'd incur in the future.” — André Aciman Copy Share Image
I write - so it would seem - to recapture, to preserve and return to the past, though I might just as… — Andre Aciman Copy Share Image
“And yet, out of the blue, a tender moment would erupt so suddenly between us that the words I longed to tell… — André Aciman Copy Share Image
“Two words from him, and I had seen my pouting apathy change into I’ll play anything for you till you ask me… — André Aciman Copy Share Image
“I began, reluctantly, to steal from the present to pay off debts I knew I'd incur in the future. This, I knew,… — André Aciman Copy Share Image
“But I couldn't even remember last night's anxieties. They were completely overshadowed by what followed them and seemed to belong to a… — André Aciman Copy Share Image
“Then he kissed me, and kissed me again, deeply this second time, as if he too was finally letting go. At some… — André Aciman Copy Share Image
I suddenly realized that we were on borrowed time, that time is always borrowed, and that the lending agency exacts its premium… — André Aciman Copy Share Image
To those of us who have seen all of Eric Rohmer's films, it is impossible not to remember when, where, with whom… — Andre Aciman Copy Share Image
Whenever we're having a great time, we're already anticipating the day when we will remember this great time. Many of us live… — Andre 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
