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“But to feel nothing so as not to feel anything â€� what a waste!”
― André Aciman, Call Me By Your Name

“Nonsense. I wanted you from day one. I just hid it better.”
― André Aciman, Call Me By Your Name

“Look me in the face, hold my gaze, and call me by your name.”
― André Aciman, Call Me by Your Name

“I never told you that, Dad, but I was drunk out of my mind one night, I had just vomited in front of the statue of the Pasquino and couldn't have been more dazed in my life yet here as I leaned against this very wall, I knew, drunk as I was, that this, with Oliver holding me, was my life, that everything that had come beforehand with others was not even a rough sketch or the shadow of a draft of what was happening to me. And now, ten years later, when I look at this wall under this old streetlamp, I am back with him and I swear to you, nothing has changed. In thirty, forty, fifty years I will feel no differently. I have met many women and more men in my life, but what is watermarked on this very wall overshadows everyone I've known. When I come to be here, I can be alone or with people, with you for instance, but I am always with him. If I stood for an hour staring at this wall, I'd be with him for an hour. If I spoke to this wall, it would speak back."
"What would it say?" asked Miranda, totally taken in by the thought of Elio and the wall.
"What would it say? Simple: 'Look for me, find me.'"
"And what do you say?"
"I say the same thing. 'Look for me, find me.' And we were both happy. Now you know.”
― André Aciman, Find Me

“People who read are hiders. The hide who they are. People who hide don't always like who they are.”
― André Aciman

“All this means is that in ten days when I look out to this spot, you won't be here. I don't know what I'll do then. At least you'll be elsewhere, where there are no memories.”
― André Aciman, Call Me by Your Name

“«When did you know about me?»

[...]

«When you blushed.»”
― André Aciman, Call Me By Your Name

“We rip out so much of ourselves to be cured of things faster than we should that we go bankrupt by the age of thirty and have less to offer each time we start with someone new. But to feel nothing so as not to feel anything â€� what a waste! (â€�) How you live your life is your business. But remember, our hearts and bodies are given to us only once. Most of us can’t help but live as though we got two lives, one is the mockup, the other the finished version. But there’s only one and before you know it, your heart is worn out. Right now there’s sorrow. I don’t envy the pain. But I envy you the pain.”
― André Aciman, Call Me By Your Name

“Think of the pain before the pain”
― André Aciman, Call Me by Your Name

“As I sat there, working on transcriptions at my round table in the morning, what I would have settled for was not his friendship, not anything. Just to look up and find him there, suntan lotion, straw hat, red bathing suit, lemonade. To look up and find you there, Oliver. For the day will come soon enough when I'll look up and you'll no longer be there.”
― André Aciman, Call Me by Your Name

“What you two had had everything and nothing to do with intelligence. He was good, and you were both lucky to have found each other, because you too are good.”
― André Aciman

“Would I be able to live without his hand on my tummy or around my hips?”
― André Aciman, Call Me By Your Name

“Perhaps what I liked far more was the evening. Everything about it thrilled me. Every glance that crossed my own came like a compliment, or like an asking and a promise that simply lingered in midair between me and the world around me. I was electrified â€� by the chaffing, the irony, the glances, the smiles that seemed pleased I existed, by the buoyant air in the shop that graced everything from the glass door to the petits fours, to the golden ochre spell of plastic glasses filled with scotch whiskey, to Mr. Venga's rolled up sleeves, to the poet himself, down to the spiral staircase where we had congregated with the babe sisters â€� all seemed to glow with a luster at once spellbound and aroused.”
― André Aciman, Call Me By Your Name

“Then a strange idea got hold of me: What if my body-just my body, my heart-cried out for his? What to do then?
What if at night I wouldn't be able to live with myself unless I had him by me, inside me? What then?”
― André Aciman

“But down below along the rocky shore, in the moonlight, I caught sight of him.”
― André Aciman, Call Me By Your Name

“We arrived at Stazione Termini around 7 p.m. on a Wednesday evening. The air was thick and muggy, as if Rome had been awash in a rainstorm that had come and gone and relieved none of the dampness. With dusk scarcely an hour away, the street-lights glistened through dense halos, while the lighted storefronts seemed doused in gleaming colors of their own invention. Dampness clung to every forehead and every face. I wanted to caress his face. I couldn’t wait to get to our hotel and shower and throw myself on the bed, knowing all the while that, unless we had good air-conditioning, I’d be no better off after the shower. But I also loved the languor that sat upon the city, like a lover’s tired, unsteady arm resting on your shoulders.”
― André Aciman, Call Me By Your Name

“Podía haber negado tantas cosas: que deseaba tocarle las rodillas y las muñecas cuando lucían al sol con aquel viscoso lustre que he visto en tan poca gente; que me encantaba cómo sus pantalones de tenis, cortos y blancos, parecían poseer, de forma permanente, el color del barro y que mientras transcurrían las semanas se convirtió en el color de su piel; que su pelo, cada día más y más rubio, atrapaba al sol antes incluso de que saliese del todo; que su camisa azul ondulada se volvía más ondulada cuando se le ponía en días borrascosos en el patio junto a la piscina, con la promesa de impregnarse de un aroma a piel y sudor que me la ponía dura con tan solo pensarlo. Podía haber negado todo esto. Y haberme creído mis mentiras.”
― André Aciman, Call Me By Your Name

“Life was like a waiting room at a doctor's office and my turn never came.”
― André Aciman, Find Me

“If I didn't kill him, then I'd cripple him for life, so that he'd be with us in a wheelchair and never go back to the States.”
― André Aciman, Call Me By Your Name