“In my dreams I kiss your cunt, your sweet wet cunt. In my thoughts I make love to you all day long.” — Ian McEwan Copy Share Image
But what really happened? The answer is simple: the lovers survive and flourish. — Ian Mcewan Copy Share Image
“... her conviction that love that did not find its expression in a letter was not perfect.” — Ian McEwan Copy Share Image
“God's love may take the form of wrath. It can show itself to us as a calamity. This is the difficult lesson… — 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
Something has happened, hasn't it? ... It's like being up close to something so large you don't even see it. Even now,… — 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
But it was too interesting, too new, too flattering, too deeply comforting to resist, it was a liberation to be in love… — Ian Mcewan Copy Share Image
When its gone, you'll know what a gift love was. you'll suffer like this. So go back and fight to keep it. — Ian Mcewan Copy Share Image
“When he replied with her name, it sounded like a new word — the syllables remained the same, the meaning was different.” — Ian McEwan Copy Share Image
“When love dies and a marriage lies in ruins, the first casualty is honest memory, decent, impartial recall of the past.” — Ian McEwan Copy Share Image
“...[W]riting stories not only involved secrecy, it also gave her all the pleasures of miniaturisation. A world could be made in five… — Ian McEwan Copy Share Image
“The library door was thick and none of the ordinary sounds that might have reminded them, might have held them back, could… — Ian McEwan Copy Share Image
The anticipation and dread he felt at seeing her was also a kind of sensual pleasure, and surrounding it, like an embrace,… — 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
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
“But even I know that love doesn’t steer by logic, nor is power distributed evenly. Lovers arrive at their first kisses with… — Ian McEwan Copy Share Image
“I wanted characters I could believe in, and I wanted to be made curious about what was to happen to them. Generally,… — Ian McEwan Copy Share Image
“Robbie and Cecilia had been making love for years - by post. In their coded exchanges they had drawn close, but how… — 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
My needs were simple I didn't bother much with themes or felicitous phrases and skipped fine descriptions of weather, landscapes and interiors.… — Ian Mcewan Copy Share Image
“They were beyond the present, outside time, with no memories and no future. There was nothing but obliterating sensation, thrilling and swelling,… — Ian McEwan Copy Share Image
“In theory, they have equal power over each other Leave this house. Never come back. Or I'll bring the police down on… — Ian McEwan Copy Share Image
“We often told ourselves off for wasting time in chairs, fully dressed, talking, when we could be doing the same, lying down… — Ian McEwan Copy Share Image
“But soon I loved her completely and wished to possess her, own her, absorb her, eat her. I wanted her in my… — 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 discovering that being in love was not a steady state, but a matter of fresh surges or waves, and he… — Ian McEwan Copy Share Image
Love doesn't grow at a steady rate, but advances in surges, bolts, wild leaps, and this was one of those. — Ian Mcewan Copy Share Image
“The conversation had turned again to those moments, by now enriched by a private mythology, when they first set eyes on each… — Ian McEwan Copy Share Image
“When love dies and a marriage lies in ruins, the first casualty is honest memory, decent, impartial recall of the past. Too… — Ian McEwan Copy Share Image
“Who could ever reckon up the damage done to love and friendship and all hopes of happiness by a surfeit or depletion… — 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
This commonplace cycle of falling asleep and waking, in darkness, under private cover, with another creature, a pale soft tender mammal, putting… — Ian Mcewan Copy Share Image
“But even I know that love doesn’t steer by logic, nor is power distributed evenly. Lovers arrive at their first kisses with… — 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
![“...[W]riting stories not only involved secrecy, it also gave her all the pleasures of miniaturisation. A world could be made in five pages…The childhood of a spoiled prince could be framed within half a page, a moonlit dash through sleepy villages was one rhythmically empathic sentence, falling in…” quote by Ian McEwan](https://sms4smile.com/quotes/img-quotes/39e/ian-mcewan-494_falling-in-love_w-riting-stories-not-only-involved-secre_1196006.jpg)
