Quote by Andre Aciman

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

“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

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

“I desperately wanted to give him something. By contrast, taking seemed so bland, so facile, so mechanical.”

— André Aciman

“The man who'll lay the last stone here isn't even born yet.”

— André Aciman

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

“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

“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

“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

“When had they separated us, you and me, Oliver? And why did I know it, and why didn't you?”

— André Aciman

“As we were swimming back, he asked as though it were an afterthought, “Are you going to hold last night against me?”

— André Aciman

“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