(on the way to the airport. 2018)
"Call me by your name" by Andre Aciman
I took out of so many lines (because it would get too long if I include all of them) so do yourself a favor and read this book.
・He was ok with paradox.
・Please, don’t hurt me, which meant, hurt me all you want.
・I would have been satisfied and asked for nothing else than if he’d bent down and picked up the dignity I could so effortlessly have thrown at his feet.
・If he brought his ear closer he’d hear my heart.
・I had never heard someone his age say, I know myself. It intimidated me.
・"No, you’re not sick - I wish everyone were as sick as you. Want to see sick?"
・What was it about waiting that was beginning to feel like torture.
・It was the first time I had kissed him with feeling, not just desire.
・"Oliver, I’m happy," I said. He look at me in wonderment. "You are just horny." "No, happy."
・Did I want to be like him ? Did I want to be him ? Or did I just want to have him ? Or are “being” and “having” throughly inaccurate verb in the twisted skein of desire, where having someone’s body to touch and being that someone we are longing to touch are one and the same,
・Wanting to test desire is nothing more than a ruse to get what we want without admitting that we want it.
