At that moment, the urge to be writing was stronger than any notion she had of what she might write. — Ian Mcewan Copy Share Image
Now, I'm an atheist. I really don't believe for a moment that our moral sense comes from a god. — Ian Mcewan Copy Share Image
The cost of oblivious daydreaming was always this moment of return, the realignment with what had been before and now seemed a… — Ian Mcewan Copy Share Image
I've never had a moment's doubt. I love you. I believe in you completely. You are my dearest one. My reason for… — Ian Mcewan Copy Share Image
In that shrinking moment he discovered that he had never hated anyone until now. It was a feeling as pure as love,… — Ian Mcewan Copy Share Image
She sleepwalked from moment to moment, and whole months slipped by without memory, without bearing the faintest imprint of her conscious will. — Ian Mcewan Copy Share Image
I'm holding back, delaying the information. I'm lingering in the prior moment because it was a time when other outcomes were still… — 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
But to do its noticing and judging, poetry balances itself on the pinprick of the moment. Slowing down, stopping yourself completely, to… — Ian Mcewan Copy Share Image
It marked the beginning and, of course, an end. At that moment a chapter, no, a whole stage of my closed. Had… — Ian Mcewan Copy Share Image
The cost of oblivius daydreaming was always this moment of return, the realigment with what had been before and now seemed a… — Ian Mcewan Copy Share Image
If life was a dream, then dying must be the moment when you woke up. It was so simple it must be… — Ian Mcewan Copy Share Image
None of us really either know the circumstances of our death or are likely to exert as much control over it as… — 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
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
There are these rare moments when musicians together touch something sweeter than they've ever found before in rehearsals or performance, beyond the… — Ian Mcewan Copy Share Image
She bent her finger and then straightened it. The mystery was in the instant before it moved, the dividing moment between not… — 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
