Quotes by Andr Aciman

“There are easy ways to bring back summer in the snowstorm”

“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.”

“I wish I knew how to calibrate my kiss the way he did but passion allows us to hide more.”

“We loved with every organ but the heart.”

“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 ...”

“I think everyone is wounded in their sex, I said. I cant think of one person who isnt.”

“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 vulnerab...”

“How historians explain time is one thing, but how we live time is quite another.”

“They are embossed on every song that was a hit that summer, in every novel I read during and after his stay, on anything from the smell of rosemary on hot days to the frantic rattle of the cicadas ...”

“What he was after hangs between the visible and the invisible, between the here and now and the seemingly elsewhere.”

“Was our intimacy paid for in the wrong currency? Or is intimacy the desired product no matter where you find it, how you acquire it, what you pay for it, black market, grey market, taxed, untaxed, ...”

“And yet, about two weeks after his arrival, all I wanted every night was for him to leave his room, not via its front door, but through the French windows on our balcony. I wanted to hear his windo...”

“I wanted to hear his window open, hear his espadrilles on the balcony, and then the sound of my own window, which was never locked, being pushed open as he'd step into my room after everyone had go...”

“Perhaps we were friends first and lovers second.But then perhaps this is what lovers are.”

“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 th...”

“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 eveni...”

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

“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.”

“Our bodies won't have secrets now.”

“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...”