Books Quote by André Aciman

“When we opened our eyes and he stared down at me, smoothing my hair back and tucking a piece behind my ear, his eyes…

— Mia Sheridan

“And he'd said nothing or something that amounted to nothing, and I tongued this memory like a burn in my mouth until the bathwater…

— Catherine Lacey

“He was watching me in that cold, assessing way that always made me feel as if he were reading me like words on a…

— Leigh Bardugo

“Some day, his mind said, that boy would know what things were in the books and what things were not.”

— John Steinbeck

“I could not think of anything but his fingers on my neck, his thumb on my lips.”

— Tracy Chevalier

“He saw things he had no words for.”

— Audrey Niffenegger

“I couldn't hear anything or anyone, there was only the sound of our sex and the smell of books.”

— Juliet Gauvin

“His conversations lost some of their syllables out of shyness.”

— Michael Ondaatje

“He was one of the few people who had spoken to me as though his words were not rocks and I was not glass.”

— Meredith Norton

“His words are the air I breathe. The fluid that hydrates me. The food that nourishes me. They're everything giving me everything I need.”

— Nyrae Dawn

“in the high, old tottering voice that seemed to have been tuned and broken at the capstan bars. Then he rapped on the door…

— Robert Louis Stevenson

“I had a conversation with somebody. It was an epiphany.” His voice was rueful. He rocked her. “From that point on I swore I…

— Thea Harrison