Ian McEwan

It wasn't torpor that kept her - she was often restless to the point of irritability. She simply liked to feel that…

— Ian Mcewan

I don't hold grudges.

— Ian Mcewan

It's good to get your hands dirty a bit and to test how you see things at a given point. And it's…

— Ian Mcewan

A person is, among all else, a material thing, easily torn and not easily mended.

— Ian Mcewan

It is not the first duty of the novelist to provide blueprints for insurrection, or uplifting tales of successful resistance for the…

— Ian Mcewan

It was common enough, to see so much death and want a child. Common, therefore human, and he wanted it all the…

— Ian Mcewan

come back, come back to me

— Ian Mcewan

“She was weary of being outdoors, but she was not ready to go in. Was that really all there was in life,…

— Ian McEwan

“Join MI5? I was ready to lead it.”

— Ian McEwan

“When he replied with her name, it sounded like a new word — the syllables remained the same, the meaning was different.”

— Ian McEwan

“Some people go nowhere, even into disputes, without a soundtrack.”

— Ian McEwan

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

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

“She thought of Robbie at dinner when there had been something manic and glazed in his look. Might he be smoking the…

— Ian McEwan

Someone once asked me "If your life could be extended to 150 and you could start another career, would you?" And I…

— Ian Mcewan

I always used to deny this, but I guess what I'm really saying is that I was writing to shock... And I…

— Ian Mcewan

“That evening he plays with the children, cleans the hamster's cage with them, gets them into their pyjamas, and reads to them…

— Ian McEwan

“Becoming drunk is a journey that generally elates him in the early stages—he's good company, expansive, mischievous and fun, the famous old…

— Ian McEwan

“His anger stirred her own and she suddenly thought she understood their problem: they were too polite, too constrained, too timorous, they…

— Ian McEwan

I turned the pages so fast. And I suppose I was, in my mindless way, looking for a something, version of myself,…

— Ian Mcewan

“In my dreams I kiss your cunt, your sweet wet cunt. In my thoughts I make love to you all day long.”

— Ian McEwan

“the beauty of poetic apprehension, the infinite joy of reason.”

— Ian McEwan

My father's drinking was sometimes a problem. And a great deal went unspoken. He was not particularly acute or articulate about the…

— Ian Mcewan

“Certain artists in print or paint flourish, like babies-to-be, in confined spaces. Their narrow subjects may confound or disappoint some. Courtship among…

— Ian McEwan

Atheists have as much conscience, possibly more, than people with deep religious conviction, and they still have the same problem of how…

— Ian Mcewan