Jimena

“I stopped for a second. If you remember everyhing, I wanted to say, and if you really are like me, then before you leave tomorrow, or when you're just ready to shut the door of the taxi and have already said goodbye to everyone else and there's not a thing left to say in this life, then, just this once, turn to me, even in a jest, or as an aferthought, which would have meant everything to me when we were together, and, as you did back then, look me in the face, hold my gaze, and call me by your name”
― André Aciman, Call Me By Your Name

“Call me by your name and I'll call you by mine',
which I'd never done in my life before and which, as soon as I said my own name as thought it were his, took me to a realm I never shared with anyone in my life before, or since.”
― André Aciman, Call Me By Your Name

“He came. He left. Nothing else had changed. I had not changed. The world hadn't changed. Yet nothing would be the same. All that remains is dreammaking and strange remembrance.”
― André Aciman, Call Me by Your Name

“In years to come, if the book was still in his possession, I wanted him to ache. Better, yet, I wanted someone to look through his books one day, open up this tiny volume of Armance, and ask, Tell me who was in silence, somewhere in Italy in the mid-eighties?”
― André Aciman, Call Me By Your Name