How guilt refined the methods of self-torture, threading the beads of detail into an eternal loop, a rosary to be fingered for… — 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
“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
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
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
He had never before felt so self-consciously young, nor experienced such appetite, such impatience for the story to begin. — Ian Mcewan Copy Share Image
We know so little about each other. We lie mostly submerged, like ice floes, with our visible social selves projecting only cool… — Ian Mcewan Copy Share Image
In a nuclear age, and in an age of serious environmental degradation, apocalyptic belief creates a serious second order danger. The precarious… — 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
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
There was, in my view, an unwritten contract with the reader that the writer must honour. No single element of an imagined… — 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
