Quote by André Aciman Download Open image ““That steely look of yours, Oliver, I’d rather die than face it once I’ve told you.”” — André Aciman ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.0 out of 5 (8 ratings) Copy quoteShare
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“I desperately wanted to give him something. By contrast, taking seemed so bland, so facile, so mechanical.” — André Aciman Copy Share Image
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“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
