Call Me By Your Name

by André Aciman

“People who read are hiders. They hide who they are. People who hide don’t always like who they are.”

Perhaps we were friends first and lovers second. But then perhaps this is what lovers are.

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—what a waste!”