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
Twenty years ago I might have hired a professional listener, but somewhere along the way I had lost faith in the talking… — 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
I turned the pages so fast. And I suppose I was, in my mindless way, looking for a something, version of myself,… — 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
You enter a state of controlled passivity, you relax your grip and accept that even if your declared intention is to justify… — 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
But how to do feelings? All very well to write "She felt sad", or describe what a sad person might do, but… — Ian Mcewan Copy Share Image
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
“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
