Andre Aciman Quotes

He was a hot, hot former priest and she wanted to pull a Thorn Birds on his ass.

I did spend a lot of time as a child very confused about whether I had a devil in me, or whether I was in a state of grace. I mean, these ideas are so potent to anybody with half an imagination.

The story being told in 'Star Wars' is a classic one. Every few hundred years, the story is retold because we have a tendency to do the same things over and over again. Power corrupts, and when you're in charge, you start doing things that you think are right, but they're actually not.

Power is something of which I am convinced there is no innocence this side of the womb.

It would perhaps be nice to be alternately the victim and the executioner.

In literature as in ethics, there is danger, as well as glory, in being subtle. Aristocracy isolates us.

Evil, when we are in its power, is not felt as evil, but as a necessity, even a duty.

It's always the good men who do the most harm in the world.

Whenever a man is alone with a woman the devil makes a third

Whether or not the devil is really good or evil is something that we don't really know.

I lived by the motto, 'If you don't flirt, you die.' And flirt I did. I flirted with all women, be they actresses, producers, or 80-year-old grandmothers. I even flirted with those who were out of bounds, like the wives of some of my best friends, which especially revolts me.

I believe that there is good. I believe there is evil. Do I believe that they come from God who is watching us conduct myriad never-ending wars and looks benignly on because there's higher purpose to all of this? I don't think so.

I'm a religious, spiritual person, but if there is good in the world, there must be evil, too.

I think that the romantic suspense that you used to get between people like Ingrid Bergman and Cary Grant is much sexier than seeing people taking their clothes off and getting into bed, which is voyeurism.

Sacrificers ... are not the ones to pity. The ones to pity are those that they sacrifice. Oh, the sacrificers, they get it both ways. A person knows themselves that they're able to do without.

She make me beg for it until she give it up

Take it off first, soldier." He looked at her suspiciously. "Take what off?" "Your clothes. Entertain the troops." "My clothes?" He frowned. "I was sort of thinking you might want to do that for me." She shook her head and leaned back on one elbow, giving him her witchiest, bitchiest smile. "Strip." "Now, listen here, Francie--" Lifting a languid hand, she once again pointed toward the center of the room. "Do it real slow, good-looking," she purred. "I want to enjoy every minute.

People have crushes on priests all the time, you know. It’s exciting to have to deal with God as a rival.

Come with uncle and hear all proper. Hear angel trumpets and devil trombones...you are invited!

Anya made you kiss her? Yeah. And at our next stop, I'll expect you to deliver. I'll pay, William piped up. After you describe everything about that kiss you two shared. Did you cop a feel? You did, didn't you, you little hussy. I bet you moaned a lot, too. Too late for you to pay, she said in a sing song voice. Strider already offered, and I already accepted. And no, I won't do any describing. You can just imagine how sexy it was. Oh, and Willie. Just so you know, your imagination won't do it justice.

The quiet conscience is an invention of the devil.

In the desert, an old monk had once advised a traveler, the voices of God and the Devil are scarcely distinguishable.

I asked a thief to steal me a peach: He turned up his eyes. I asked a lithe lady to lie her down: Holy and meek, she cries. As soon as I went An angel came. He winked at the thief And smiled at the dame- And without one word spoke Had a peach from the tree, And 'twixt earnest and joke Enjoyed the lady.

I own your pleasure," I whispered into his mouth. "I'll take it if you won't give it to me.

Now I just don't know who to tell to go to hell Who put the old devil in the distorted angel?