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
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
In a story you only had to wish, you only had to write it down and you could have the world...It seemed… — Ian Mcewan Copy Share Image
I wouldn't mind being the lead guitarist in an incredibly successful rock band. However, I don't play the guitar. — Ian Mcewan Copy Share Image
It's the essence of a degenerating mind periodically, to lose all sense of continuous self, and therefore any regard for what others… — Ian Mcewan Copy Share Image
A story was a form of telepathy. By means of inking symbols onto a page, she was able to send thoughts and… — Ian Mcewan Copy Share Image
It was thought, perception, sensations that interested her, the conscious mind as a river through time, and how to represent its onward… — Ian Mcewan Copy Share Image
At the back of my mind I had a sense of us sitting about waiting for some terrible event, and then I… — Ian Mcewan Copy Share Image
We knew so little about eachother. We lay mostly submerged, like ice floes with our visible social selves projecting only cool and… — Ian Mcewan Copy Share Image
There did not have to be a moral. She need only show separate minds, as alive as her own, struggling with the… — 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
