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Andre Aciman

  • Thomas Everett Vanderboomhas quoted2 years ago
    his springing across the gate to the beach when everyone else opened the latch first, to say nothing of his bathing suits, his spot in paradise, his cheeky Later!, his lip-smacking love for apricot juice. 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. If he were in a wheelchair, I would always know where he was, and he’d be easy to find. I would feel superior to him and become his master, now that he was crippled.

    Elio's fantasizing about hurting Oliver

  • Thomas Everett Vanderboomhas quoted2 years ago
    Oliver kept his promise. He came back just before Christmas and stayed till New Year’s.

    Oliver came back

  • Thomas Everett Vanderboomhas quoted2 years ago
    What did you write on the back of the postcard?”

    “It was going to be a surprise.”

    “I’m too old for surprises. Besides, surprises always come with a sharp edge that is meant to hurt. I don’t want to be hurt—not by you. Tell me.”

    “Just two words.”

    “Let me guess: If not later, when?”

    “Two words, I said. Besides, that would be cruel.”

    I thought for a while.

    “I give up.”

    “Cor cordium, heart of hearts, I’ve never said anything truer in my life to anyone.”

    Elio's words

  • Thomas Everett Vanderboomhas quoted2 years ago
    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 this was why I had come, to tell him “You are the only person I’d like to say goodbye to when I die, because only then will this thing I call my life make any sense. And if I should hear that you died, my life as I know it, the me who is speaking with you now, will cease to exist. Sometimes I have this awful picture of waking up in our house in B. and, looking out to the sea, hearing the news from the waves themselves, He died last night. We missed out on so much. It was a coma. Tomorrow I go back to my coma, and you to yours. Pardon, I didn’t mean to offend—I am sure yours is no coma.”

    Elio will love Oliver till the day he dies

  • Thomas Everett Vanderboomhas quoted2 years ago
    “I’m sure you’re dying to see,” I’d say, meaning the garden, the balustrade, and the view of the sea. We’d work our way behind the pool, back into the living room where the old piano stood next to the French windows, and finally we would return to the foyer and find that his things had indeed already been carried upstairs. Part of me might want him to realize that nothing had changed since he’d been here last, that the orle of paradise was still there, and that the tilting gate to the beach still squeaked, that the world was exactly as he’d left it, minus Vimini, Anchise, and my father.

    Elio wants to show Oliver that nothing had changed, but Elio's father is dead and so does Vimini

  • Papa Teohas quoted2 years ago
    I was—and I knew it within minutes of meeting her—already rehearsing never seeing her again, already wondering how to take I am Clara with me tonight and stow it in a drawer along with my cuff links, collar stays, my watch and money clip.
  • Papa Teohas quoted2 years ago
    Tonight I’m the face you put on your life and how you live it. Tonight, I am your eyes to the world looking back at you. I am Clara.
  • Pooja Pkhas quoted5 months ago
    Her words sprung on me like one of those gusts that clear through obstacles and throw open all doors and windows,
  • Pooja Pkhas quoted5 months ago
    , trailing April blossom in the heart of a winter month, stirring everything along their path with the hasty familiarity of people who, when it comes to other people, couldn’t care less and haven’t a thing to lose.
  • Pooja Pkhas quoted5 months ago
    I’m the Clara you’ll be seeing all year long here, so let’s just make the best of it. I am the Clara you never thought would be sitting right next to you, and yet here I am. I’m the Clara you’ll wish to find here every one day of every month for the remainder of this and every other year of your life—and I know it, and let’s face it, much as you’re trying not to show it, you knew it the moment you set eyes on me. I am Clara
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