I was an intimate sort of child who never spoke up in groups. I preferred close friends. — Ian Mcewan Copy Share Image
It was not generally realized that what children mostly wanted was to be left alone. — Ian Mcewan Copy Share Image
I believe the novella is the perfect form of prose fiction. It is the beautiful daughter of a rambling, bloated ill-shaven giant… — Ian Mcewan Copy Share Image
“No child, still less a foetus, has ever mastered the art of small talk, or would ever want to. It’s an adult… — Ian McEwan Copy Share Image
“By degrees, he joins that sorry legion of passive men who abandon their children in order to placate their second wives.” — Ian McEwan Copy Share Image
The moment you have children and a mortgage you want things to work; you're locked into the human project and you want… — Ian Mcewan Copy Share Image
This is the pain-pleasure of having newly adult children; they're innocent and ruthless in forgetting their sweet old dependence. — Ian Mcewan Copy Share Image
A twenty-one-year-old writer is likely to be inhibited by a lack of usable experience. Childhood and adolescence were something I knew. — Ian Mcewan Copy Share Image
“The evil I'm talking about lives in us all. It takes hold in an individual, in private lives, within a family, adn… — Ian Mcewan Copy Share Image
It was common enough, to see so much death and want a child. Common, therefore human, and he wanted it all the… — Ian Mcewan Copy Share Image
“For children, childhood is timeless. It is always the present. Everything is in the present tense. Of course, they have memories. Of… — Ian McEwan Copy Share Image
“It was not always the case that a large minority comprising the weakest members of society wore special clothes, were freed from… — Ian McEwan Copy Share Image
“That evening he plays with the children, cleans the hamster's cage with them, gets them into their pyjamas, and reads to them… — Ian McEwan Copy Share Image
“Why trust this account when humanity has never been so rich, so healthy, so long-lived? When fewer die in wars and childbirth… — Ian McEwan Copy Share Image
“Once, on a walk by a river- Eskdale in low reddish sunlight, with a dusting of snow- his daughter quoted to him… — Ian McEwan Copy Share Image
Watching him during the first several minutes of his delivery, Cecilia felt a pleasant sinking sensation in her stomach as she contemplated… — 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 Image
You could say that all novels are spy novels and all novelists are spy masters. — 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 life. — Ian Mcewan Copy Share Image
“It is shaming sometimes, how the body will not, or cannot, lie about emotions.” — Ian McEwan Copy Share Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
It was always the view of my parents...that hot weather encouraged loose morals among young people. — Ian Mcewan Copy Share Image
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 Image
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 Image
