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“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

“Real love isn't about drama or heartbreak. Real love just is.”
― Susan Dennard, A Darkness Strange and Lovely

“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

“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

“I want this to be everything you want it to be." Leaning in, he smiles and says, "I want you to see your dream come to life.”
― Christina Lauren, Dark Wild Night

“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

“He was the sort of actor everyone fell in love with as soon as he stepped onstage, and I was no exception.”
― M.L. Rio, If We Were Villains

“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

“You took my life and Oliver's life and made them into this book. You made us into monsters, both of us.”
― Mackenzi Lee, This Monstrous Thing

“Myrnin blinked, looked at Eve, and smiled. It was his seductive smile, and it came with a lowering of his thick eyelashes. “Sweet lady,â€� he said, “could you get me one of those delicious drinks you prepared for my friend, here?â€� He gracefully indicated Oliver, who remembered the cup of blood still sitting in front of him, and angrily choked it down. “Perhaps warm the bag a bit in hot water first? It’s a bit disgusting, cold.â€�
“Yeah, sure,� Eve sighed. “Want a shot of espresso with that?�
Myrnin seemed to be honestly considering it. Claire urgently shook her head no. The last thing she—any of them—needed just now was Myrnin on caffeine.”
― Rachel Caine, Lord of Misrule

“Oliver felt much more than sorry for Alice. His heart had grown ten sizes since he’d met her, and the hours he’d lost her had nearly broken him.”
― Tahereh Mafi, Furthermore

“The only way to stop a rebellion is to crush it with blood and fire, and to wound them so they'll never dare to raise a hand again.”
― Rachel Caine, Bitter Blood

“I turned to face Oliver. “You are worse than that little voice inside my head.â€�
He raised a shoulder. “I’d like to say I try, but I was just born this fabulous.”
― Laura Thalassa, The Forsaken

“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

“The only time it doesn't help to imagine the sky is when you're thirty thousand feet in the air with nowhere to go but down.”
― Jennifer E. Smith, The Statistical Probability of Love at First Sight

“Well, if Andre knocks you up and the baby pops out of you Alien-style, I’m shooting it.”
― Laura Thalassa, The Damned

“She thought, just for a second, that they were going to bare fangs at each other . . . and then Myrnin smiled. "I suppose I should say thank you."
"It would be customary," Oliver agreed.
Myrnin turned to Claire. "Thank you."
Somehow, she guessed that wasn't what Oliver had expected; she certainly hadn't. It was the kind of snub that got most people hurt in Morganville, but then again, she guessed Myrnin wasn't most people, even to Oliver.
Oliver didn't react. If there was a small red glow in the depths of his eyes, it could have been a reflection from the lights.”
― Rachel Caine, Lord of Misrule

“... I know I'm not your family and I know I'm just some guy but I hope you can believe that I care about you enough that... you can believe... what I'm saying about you now. Because it's true.”
― Alexis Hall, Boyfriend Material

“„Oliver paused for a few seconds, then leaned forward with his elbows braced on his knees, pale hands dangling. “When I was . . . transformed, I thought in the beginning that I could stay with those mortals I loved. It isn’t smart. You should understand this by now. We stay apart for a reason.â€�
“You stay apart so you don’t feel guilty for doing what it is you do,â€� I shot back. “I’m not like you. I’ll never be like you. Best of all, I don’t have to be.”
― Rachel Caine, Automatic

“The scream lasted for about a heartbeat, and then recognition flooded in—and relief.
“Oliver?� Great. She was relieved to see Oliver. The world was officially topsy-turvy, cats
were living with dogs, and life as she knew it was probably over.”
― Rachel Caine, Kiss of Death

“He seemed normal again, or as normal as Myrnin ever got, anyway. He'd begged, borrowed, or outright stolen a long, black velvet coat, and under it he was still wearing the poofy white Pierrot pants from his costume, dark boots, and no shirt. Long, black, glossy hair and decadently shining eyes.
Oliver took in the outfit, and raised a brow. "You look like you escaped from a Victorian brothel," he said. "One that . . . specialized."
In answer, Myrnin skinned up the sleeves of the coat. The wound in his back might have healed--or might be healing, anyway--but the burns on his wrists and hands were still livid red, with an unhealthy silver tint to them. "Not the sort of brothel I'd normally frequent, by choice," he said, "though of course you might be more adventurous, Oliver.”
― Rachel Caine, Lord of Misrule

“Petra doesn't answer, doesn't look at him, she is so weary of his talk and of his person. Oh, that lump of fat in the chair—it breathes, it wears clothes that someone has sewn, it has buttons on its clothes; on its upper end it has a hat, tilted at an angle. She knows it all inside out, the sprawling wooden leg that projects into the narrow room and blocks the way, his conversation, all the lies, the bombast, the voice that grows more and more like a woman's, the lusterless, watery-blue gaze, the mouth that is perpetually moist. Year by year he seems to be going to pieces; only his appetite remains intact. And there isn't always enough to eat.”
― Knut Hamsun, The Women at the Pump

“„We didn’t anticipate that the formula would trigger such a violent response. In the future, you’ll only receive the unprocessed raw materials.â€�
“So it’s because I’m young.�
“No,â€� he said. “It’s because you’re young and you refuse to acknowledge what you are. What it means. What it promises. You’re fighting your condition, and that makes it almost impossible for you to control yourself. You need to admit it to yourself, Michael. You’ll never be human again.”
― Rachel Caine, Automatic

“Ach, die Maler machen die Damen immer hübscher, als sie sind, denn sonst würden sie keine Kundschaft haben. Der Mann, der das Photografieren erfand, hätte voraussehen können, daß er kein Glück damit haben werde, denn es ist viel zuviel Wahrheit dabei!”
― Charles Dickensen

“Motherfucking Joe starts yell-singing along with Def Leppard:
-demolition man, can i be your man?
Oh.My.God. Music dies, Joe proclaims "Show Thyself, mighty stallion!" Laughing i call out "Shut the fuck up!”
― Christina Lauren, Dark Wild Night

“For a moment, the constable’s eyes narrowed as he looked at Oliver, seeing what everyone saw, a face too beautiful to commit a crime.”
― Christina E. Pilz, At Lodgings in Lyme