“He was discovering that being in love was not a steady state, but a matter of fresh surges or waves, and he was experiencing one now.” — 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
“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
You could say that all novels are spy novels and all novelists are spy masters. — Ian Mcewan Copy Share
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
“It is shaming sometimes, how the body will not, or cannot, lie about emotions.” — Ian McEwan Copy Share
“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
“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
“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
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
“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
It was always the view of my parents...that hot weather encouraged loose morals among young people. — Ian Mcewan Copy Share
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
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
I couldn't think about novels at all. It seemed the only writing that was appropriate to that horrendous event was journalism, reportage. And, in… — Ian Mcewan Copy Share
I did not kill my father, but I sometimes felt I had helped him on his way. And but for the fact that it… — Ian Mcewan Copy Share
