"Where are my feelings? They disappeared into... me, and what is this me, if not the sum of those evaporated sensations?".
"I keep thinking about this river somewhere, with the water moving really fast. And these two people in the water, trying to hold onto each other, holding on as hard as they can, but in the end it's just too much. The current's too strong. They've got to let go, drift apart. That's how it is with us. It's a shame, Kath, because we've loved each other all our lives. But in the end, we can't stay together forever".
"My sister and I bathed in the sea with a white linen bag hanging from the belt of the costume. That bag was the work of our mother, and contained a handful of legumes. After we had been in the water for most of the day, those legumes soaked in sea water had become tender and salty just right, ready to eat".
"Doppelgänger, aesthetic of narcissism and kaleidoscopic labyrinths in this novel by the master of Japanese mystery, Edogawa Ranpo".
"A monk should certainly love his books with humility, wanting their good and not the glory of his own curiosity: but what for the nonreligious is the temptation of adultery, and for regular clergymen is the craving for wealth, for monks is the seduction of knowledge".
"I don't think we did go blind, I think we are blind, blind but seeing, blind people who can see, but do not see".
"I wonder if it is really possible to understand another person perfectly. Even when we try to get to know someone by putting all the time and goodwill possible, to what extent can we grasp their true nature? Do we know what is really essential about that other than we are convinced we understand so well?".
"«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 though it were his, took me to a realm I never shared with anyone in my life before, or since".
"The Swede. During the war years, when I was still a grade school boy, this was a magical name in our Newark neighborhood".
"We humans wander aimlessly on the continent of randomness, like the winged seeds of some plant carried by a capricious spring breeze."