“ Two words from him, and I had seen my pouting apathy change into I’ll play anything for you till you ask me to stop, till it’s time for lunch, till the skin on my fingers wears off layer after layer,… André Aciman
“ Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was the truth, maybe I didn't want things to turn abstract, but I felt I should say it, because this was the moment to say it, because it suddenly dawned on me that… André Aciman
“ I wish I knew how to calibrate my kiss the way he did but passion allows us to hide more. André Aciman
“ How I admired people who talked about their vices as though they were distant relatives they'd learn to put up with because they couldn't quite disown them. André Aciman
“ If he knew, if he only knew that I was giving him every chance to put two and two together and come up with a number bigger than infinity. André Aciman
“ Perhaps we were friends first and lovers second.But then perhaps this is what lovers are. André Aciman
“ I couldn't understand how boldness and sorrow, how you're so hard and do you really care for me? could be so thoroughly bound together. Nor could I begin to fathom how someone so seemingly vulnerable,… André Aciman
“ What is life without this? which was why, in the end, it was I, and not her, who blurted out, not once, but many, many times, You'll kill me if you stop, you'll kill me if you stop, because it was als… André Aciman
“ As he drove away, I began to think that what kept us together was perhaps not even our romance with an imaginary France. That was just a veneer, an illusion. Rather, it was our desperate inability to… André Aciman
“ And on that evening when we grow older still we'll speak about these two young men as though they were two strangers we met on the train and whom we admire and want to help along. And we'll want to ca… André Aciman
“ If there is pain, nurse it, and if there is a flame, don't snuff it out, don't be brutal with it. Withdrawal can be a terrible thing when it keeps us awake at night, and watching others forget us soon… André Aciman
“ It would never have occurred to him that in placing the apricot in my palm he was giving me his ass to hold or that, in biting the fruit, I was also biting into that part of his body that must have be… André Aciman
“ Over the years I'd lodged him in the permanent past, my pluperfect lover, put him on ice, stuffed him with memories and mothballs like a hunted ornament confabulating with the ghost of all my evenings… André Aciman
“ What he was after hangs between the visible and the invisible, between the here and now and the seemingly elsewhere. André Aciman
“ I think everyone is wounded in their sex,” I said. “I can’t think of one person who isn’t. André Aciman
