376 Quotes by André Aciman

He is right, there is no denying it,' said my father under his breath, as though mimicking the part of a cowered Galileo forced to mutter the truth to himself.

But that moment of what seemed like bliss now when we'd walked our bikes on the piazzetta both before and after our talk belonged to another time segment, as though it had happened to another me in some other life that was not too different from my own, but removed enough to make the few seconds that kept us apart seem like light-years away.

When every Jew and every Arab will have killed each other, there'll still be one Arab and one Jew left and they'll continue drinking cinquante-quatres. I just hope there are more like us," he said. "Do you think there are?" Then, not waiting for an answer, he added, "Some friendship. The Arab and the Jew.

To think that a few nights ago I had felt so strong an urge to host his body in mine that I'd nearly jumped out of bed to seek him out in his room. Now the idea couldn't possibly arouse me. Perhaps this whole thing with Oliver had been canicular rut, and I was well rid of it.

The point of art is not to give you what you already feel comfortable with; that’s reporting, not art, that TV, not art, that’s magaziney art, not art. Art gives you so personal an interpretation that it compels you to say, “This here is more real than what I know is really out there.

The reason why the book begins with the wish to “play back” how the two met is precisely to see if repeating the scenario might tell the narrator why he is so thoroughly smitten, to play with the scenario all over again, perhaps to master it, as Freud says about repetition. But there cannot be a “reason.” An attraction that needs a reason is not a reason the heart or the body cares much about.

Se ti ricordi tutto, volevo dirgli, e se sei davvero come me, allora domani prima di partire o quando sei pronto per chiudere la portiera del taxi e hai già salutato gli altri e non c'è più nulla da dire in questa vita, allora, una volta soltanto, girati verso di me, anche per scherzo, o perché ci hai ripensato, e, come avevi già fatto allora, guardami negli occhi, trattieni il mio sguardo, e chiamami col tuo nome.

I had no idea why I'd written these words. But it was the first time I had taken something in my chest about you and put it in words out into the real world.

As a French poet once said, some people smoke to put nicotine in their veins, others to put a cloud between them and others