“He would change my life and behave with selfless cruelty as he prepared to set out on a journey with no hope… — 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
“...since coming home, her life had stood still and a fine day like this made her impatient, almost desperate.” — Ian McEwan Copy Share Image
This is how the entire course of a life can be changed: by doing nothing. — Ian Mcewan Copy Share Image
“But here’s life’s most limiting truth - it’s always now, always here, never then and there.” — Ian McEwan Copy Share Image
“The novel is too capacious, inclusive, unruly, and personal for perfection. Too long, sometimes too much like life.” — Ian McEwan Copy Share Image
“How can one understand the inner life of a character, real or fictional, without knowing the state of her finances?” — 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 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
“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
Someone once asked me "If your life could be extended to 150 and you could start another career, would you?" And I… — Ian Mcewan Copy Share Image
“Despite his first, the study of English literature seemed in retrospect an absorbing parlor game, and reading books and having opinions about… — Ian McEwan Copy Share Image
It wasn't only wickedness and scheming that made people unhappy, it was confusion and misunderstanding; above all, it was the failure to… — 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
In Leon's account of his life, no-one was mean-spirited, no-one schemed or lied or betrayed; everyone was celebrated at least in some… — Ian Mcewan Copy Share Image
“The light of artistic creation is also blinding. The artist can’t see the suffering he causes to those around him. And the’ll… — Ian McEwan Copy Share Image
“This was still the era - it would end later in that famous decade - when to be young was a social… — 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
“Was everyone else really as alive as she was?... If the answer was yes, then the world, the social world, was unbearably… — Ian McEwan Copy Share Image
“In a spirit of mutinous resistance, she climbed the steep grassy slope to the bridge, and qhen she stood on the driveway,… — Ian McEwan Copy Share Image
Four or five years - nothing at all. But no one over thirty could understand this peculiarly weighted and condensed time, from… — Ian Mcewan Copy Share Image
Without a revolution of the inner life, however slow, all our big designs are worthless. The work we have to do is… — Ian Mcewan Copy Share Image
“We have many shelves of poetry at home, but still, it takes an effort to step out of the daily narrative of… — Ian McEwan Copy Share Image
“Certain artists in print or paint flourish, like babies-to-be, in confined spaces. Their narrow subjects may confound or disappoint some. Courtship among… — Ian McEwan Copy Share Image
Is there any meaning in my life that the inevitable death awaiting me does not destory? — Ian Mcewan Copy Share Image
“The constrained lives of his characters made me wonder how my own existence might appear in his hands.” — Ian McEwan Copy Share Image
You can tell a lot from a person's nails. When a life starts to unravel, they're among the first to go. — Ian Mcewan Copy Share Image
“In Leon's life, or rather, in his account of his life, no one was mean-spirited, no one schemed or lied or betrayed.… — Ian McEwan Copy Share Image
“I said I didn’t like tricks, I liked life as I knew it recreated on the page. He said it wasn’t possible… — 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
There's a taste in the air, sweet and vaguely antiseptic, that reminds him of his teenage years in these streets, and of… — 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
I do have a very strong sense that most of the terrible things in life happen suddenly and unpredictably, and certainly can… — Ian Mcewan Copy Share Image
“Sex is a different medium, refracting time and sense, a biological hyperspace as remote from conscious existence as dreams, or as water… — Ian McEwan Copy Share Image
“Sex is a different medium, refracting time and sense, a biological hyperspace as remote from conscious existence as dreams, or as water… — Ian McEwan Copy Share Image
“Dearest Cecilia, the story can resume. The one I had been planning on that evening walk. I can become again the man… — 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
Was everyone else really as alive as she was?...If the answer was yes, then the world, the social world, was unbearably complicated,… — Ian Mcewan Copy Share Image
“Unlike in Daisy's novels, moments of precise reckoning are rare in real life; questions of misinterpretations are not often resolved. Nor do… — 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
