...the world she ran through loved her and would give her what she wanted and would let it happen. — Ian Mcewan Copy Share Image
From this new and intimate perspective, she learned a simple, obvious thing she had always known, and everyone knew; that a person… — Ian Mcewan Copy Share Image
It is shaming sometimes how the body will not, or cannot, lie about emotions. Who, for decorum’s sake, has ever slowed his… — Ian Mcewan Copy Share Image
The evasions of her little novel were exactly those of her life. Everything she did not wish to confront was also missing… — Ian Mcewan Copy Share Image
It wasn't torpor that kept her - she was often restless to the point of irritability. She simply liked to feel that… — Ian Mcewan Copy Share Image
“Her wish for a harmonious, organized world denied her the reckless possibilities of wrongdoing. Mayhem and destruction were too chaotic for her… — Ian McEwan Copy Share Image
He knew these last lines by heart and mouthed them now in the darkness. My reason for life. Not living, but life.… — Ian Mcewan Copy Share Image
“She was weary of being outdoors, but she was not ready to go in. Was that really all there was in life,… — Ian McEwan Copy Share Image
“year-old girl. It was more than a habit, for a habit could be broken. This was a deep disposition, the outline experience… — Ian McEwan Copy Share Image
“At her elbow was a slim pile of creamy white paper beside which she laid down her pen. It was only then,… — Ian McEwan Copy Share Image
“Florence suspected that there was something profoundly wrong with her, that she had always been different, and that at last she was… — Ian McEwan Copy Share Image
“But what troubled her was unutterable, and she could barely frame it for herself. Where he merely suffered conventional first-night nerves, she… — Ian McEwan Copy Share Image
“It made no sense, she knew, arranging flowers before the water was in — but there it was; she couldn't resist moving… — Ian McEwan Copy Share Image
When he thought of her, it rather amazed him, that he had let that girl with her violin go. Now, of course,… — Ian Mcewan Copy Share Image
“Self-pity needed her full attention, and only in solitude could she breathe life into the lacerating details, but at the instant of… — Ian McEwan Copy Share Image
“She knew very well that people fell out, even stormily, and then made up. But she did not know how to start… — Ian McEwan Copy Share Image
Had it taken her this long to discover that she lacked some simple mental trick that everyone else had, a mechanism so… — Ian Mcewan Copy Share Image
“But this first clumsy attempt showed her that the imagination itself was a source of secrets: once she had begun a story,… — Ian McEwan Copy Share Image
She would simply wait on the bridge, calm and obstinate, until events, real events, not her own fantasies, roe to her challenge,… — Ian Mcewan Copy Share Image
All she had needed was the certainty of his love, and his reassurance that there was no hurry when a lifetime lay… — Ian Mcewan Copy Share Image
“He was supposed to be reading, but all he could do was watch her and love her bare arms, her Alice band,… — Ian McEwan Copy Share Image
Above all, she wanted to look as though she had not given the matter a moment's thought, and that would take time. — Ian Mcewan Copy Share Image
And she did not miss his presence so much as his voice on the phone. Even being lied to constantly, though hardly… — Ian Mcewan Copy Share Image
She wanted to leave, she wanted to lie alone face down on her bed and savor the vile piquancy of the moment,… — Ian Mcewan Copy Share Image
And now she was back in the world, not one she could make, but the one that had made her, and she… — Ian Mcewan Copy Share Image
Cecilia wondered, as she sometimes did when she met a man for the first time, if this was the one she was… — Ian Mcewan Copy Share Image
“As you will see, we do not believe that artists have an obligation to strike up attitudes to the war. Indeed, they are wise… — Ian McEwan Copy Share
You could say that all novels are spy novels and all novelists are spy masters. — Ian Mcewan Copy Share
I've never had a moment's doubt. I love you. I believe in you completely. You are my dearest one. My reason for life. — Ian Mcewan Copy Share
“It is shaming sometimes, how the body will not, or cannot, lie about emotions.” — Ian McEwan Copy Share
“While my friends struggled and calculated, I reached a solution by a set of floating steps that were partly visual, partly just a feeling… — Ian McEwan Copy Share
“Once, on a walk by a river- Eskdale in low reddish sunlight, with a dusting of snow- his daughter quoted to him an opening… — Ian McEwan Copy Share
“Perhaps it's one of those cases of a microcosm giving you the whole world. Like a spode dinner plate. Or a single cell. Or,… — Ian McEwan Copy Share
Who you get, and how it works out- there's so much luck involved, as well as the million branching consequences of your conscious choice… — Ian Mcewan Copy Share
“On Chesil Beach he could have called out to Florence, he could have gone after her. He did not know, or would not have… — Ian McEwan Copy Share
It was always the view of my parents...that hot weather encouraged loose morals among young people. — Ian Mcewan Copy Share
I apologize for being obvious, but every time I watch the curtain come down on even a halfway decent production of a Shakespeare play… — Ian Mcewan Copy Share
I would rather be physically disabled obviously than mentally. I would rather be paraplegic than nuts. And it is a terrifying prospect and actually… — Ian Mcewan Copy Share
I couldn't think about novels at all. It seemed the only writing that was appropriate to that horrendous event was journalism, reportage. And, in… — Ian Mcewan Copy Share
I did not kill my father, but I sometimes felt I had helped him on his way. And but for the fact that it… — Ian Mcewan Copy Share
