All Ian Mcewan Quotes
- come back, come back to me Back Come
- And now she was back in the world, not one she could make, but the one that had made her, and she felt herself shrinking… All
- These were everyday sounds magnified by darkness. And darkness was nothing - it was not a substance, it was not a presence, it was no… Absence
- There's a taste in the air, sweet and vaguely antiseptic, that reminds him of his teenage years in these streets, and of a general state… Air
- It was not generally realized that what children mostly wanted was to be left alone. Alone
- There are these rare moments when musicians together touch something sweeter than they've ever found before in rehearsals or performance, beyond the merely collaborative or… Becomes
- It is quite impossible these days to assume anything about people's educational level from the way they talk or dress or from their taste in… Assume
- No one knows anything, really. It's all rented, or borrowed. All
- 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 of… Amount
- When its gone, you'll know what a gift love was. you'll suffer like this. So go back and fight to keep it. Chance
- She lay in the dark and knew everything. Dark
- The cost of oblivious daydreaming was always this moment of return, the realignment with what had been before and now seemed a little worse. Been
- How can a novelist achieve atonement when, with her absolute power of deciding outcomes, she is also God? There is no one, no entity or… Absolute
- It was common enough, to see so much death and want a child. Common, therefore human, and he wanted it all the more. When the… All
- How guilt refined the methods of self-torture, threading the beads of detail into an eternal loop, a rosary to be fingered for a lifetime. Beads
- She had lolled about for three years at Girton with the kind of books she could equally have read at home--Jane Austen, Dickens, Conrad, all… All
- The anticipation and dread he felt at seeing her was also a kind of sensual pleasure, and surrounding it, like an embrace, was a general… Anticipation
- She would simply wait on the bridge, calm and obstinate, until events, real events, not her own fantasies, roe to her challenge, and dispelled her… Bridge
- And though you think the world is at your feet, it can rise up and tread on you. Feet
- ...falling in love could be achieved in a single word—a glance. Achieved
- It is photography itself that creates the illusion of innocence. Its ironies of frozen narrative lend to its subjects an apparent unawareness that they will… All
- She bent her finger and then straightened it. The mystery was in the instant before it moved, the dividing moment between not moving and moving,… Action
- The cost of oblivius daydreaming was always this moment of return, the realigment with what had been before and now seemed a little worse. Her… Actual
- Nothing was to be lost by beginning at the beginning... Beginning
- Finally he spoke the three simple words that no amount of bad art or bad faith can every quite cheapen. She repeated them, with exactly… Aloud