Don't all writers have a hidden nerve, call it a secret chamber, something irreducibly theirs, which stirs their prose and makes it… — Andre Aciman Hidden 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… — 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… — Andre Aciman Dreams 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
“The man who'll lay the last stone here isn't even born yet.” — André Aciman Perspective 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,… — Andre Aciman Facts 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… — André Aciman Alone 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… — André Aciman Every morning 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.… — 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 Last night 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.… — André Aciman Bathing suit Copy Share Image
“I thought I could ever want another living soul, gently, softly, and, with the kindness one Jew extends to another, work his… — André Aciman Kindness Copy Share Image
“Oliver: But there's the catch: you're still twenty years younger than those gathered around you, which is why I can be twenty-four… — André Aciman Parallel lives Copy Share Image
I cannot write if there is a sense of plenitude. I have to hypothesize that there is a loss. — Andre Aciman Cannot Copy Share Image
“But there was something at once chilling and off-putting in the sudden distance that crept between us in the most unexpected moments.… — André Aciman Unexpected moments Copy Share Image
“It never occurred to me that what had totally panicked me when he touched me was exactly what startles virgins on being… — André Aciman First time Copy Share Image
“We got into the car. It was my first time. The car was spotless and I liked its smell, the smell of… — André Aciman Bad feelings Copy Share Image
“He had picked up shrink talk from the women he'd met in Cambridge and understood that once a woman bares her soul… — André Aciman Copy Share Image
“To think that I had almost fallen for the skin of his hands, his chest, his feet that had never touched a… — André Aciman Gay Copy Share Image
“I liked it when our feet were aligned, left with left, and struck the ground at the same time, leaving footprints on… — André Aciman Gay-romance Copy Share Image
“Outside, the night was settling fast. I liked the peace and the silence of the countryside, with its fading alpenglow and darkling… — André Aciman Art Copy Share Image
“I tried imitating him a few times. But I was too self-conscious, like someone trying to feel natural while walking about naked… — André Aciman Locker room Copy Share Image
“I was reminded of a married chatelaine who, after sleeping with a young vassal one night, had him seized by the palace… — André Aciman Copy Share Image
“Did I want him to act? Or would I prefer a lifetime of longing provided we both kept this little Ping-Pong game… — André Aciman Copy Share Image
