Quote by André Aciman Download Open image ““When had they separated us, you and me, Oliver? And why did I know it, and why didn't you?”” — André Aciman ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.7 out of 5 (6 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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“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
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“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
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