An exile reads change the way he reads time, memory, self, love, fear, beauty: in the key of loss. — Andre 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
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
“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
“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
“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
“But I had heeded the warning, and as is said of juries who have heard inadmissible evidence before it is stricken from… — 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
“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
“Do you know what you’re saying?” This time I looked out to the sea and, with a vague and weary tone that… — André 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
“I didn’t have any time left, because he brought his lips to my mouth, a warm, conciliatory, I’ll-meet-you-halfway-but-no-further kiss till he realized… — André Aciman Copy Share Image
“I could tell he was tasting it at that very instant. Something that was mine was in his mouth, more his than… — André Aciman Copy Share Image
“But that moment of what seemed like bliss now when we'd walked our bikes on the piazzetta both before and after our… — 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
“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 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
“Or are "being" and "having" thoroughly inaccurate verbs in the twisted skein of desire, where having someone's body to touch and being… — André Aciman Copy Share Image
“I was so spellbound that I wrenched myself free from his touch, because a moment longer and I would have slackened like… — 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
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
“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
“Yes, the past is a foreign country", I said, "but some of us are full-fledged citizens, others occasional tourists, and some floating… — 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
