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She sleepwalked from moment to moment, and whole months slipped by without memory, without bearing the faintest imprint of her conscious will.
— Ian McEwan
Not being boring is quite a challenge.
— Ian McEwan
Not everything people did could be in a correct, logical order, especially when they were alone.
— Ian McEwan
In our decline we live in the shadow of giants.
— Ian McEwan
The novel is too capacious, inclusive, unruly, and personal for perfection. Too long, sometimes too much like life.
— Ian McEwan
Regarding yourself as a highly rational and compassionate being does not make you rational and compassionate in all circumstances.
— Ian McEwan
Oblivion seemed the only reasonable option.
— Ian McEwan
There is a compassion in rational thought that is sometimes missing in religious conviction.
— Ian McEwan
Not blemishes. Adornments.
— Ian McEwan
Children are at heart selfish, and reasonably so, for they are programmed for survival.
— Ian McEwan
We know so little about each other. We lie mostly submerged, like ice floes, with our visible social selves projecting only cool and white.
— Ian McEwan
He's never quite got the trick of conversation, tending to hear in dissenting views, however mild, a kind of affront, an invitation to mortal combat.
— Ian McEwan
He saw that no one owned anything really. It's all rented, or borrowed. Our possessions will outlast us, we'll desert them in the end.
— Ian McEwan
Writers owed their readers a duty of care, of mercy.
— Ian McEwan
I often don't read reviews.
— Ian McEwan
Wasn't writing a kind of soaring, an achievable form of flight, of fancy, of the imagination?
— Ian McEwan
You can tell a lot from a person's nails. When a life starts to unravel, they're among the first to go.
— Ian McEwan
She could have phoned one of three friends, but she could not bear to hear herself explain her situation and make it irreversibly real.
— Ian McEwan
The work we have to do is with ourselves ,If we're ever going to be at peace with each other.
— Ian McEwan
By measuring individual human worth, the novelist reveals the full enormity of the State
— Ian McEwan
The end of secrecy would be the end of the novel - especially the English novel. The English novel requires social secrecy, personal secrecy.
— Ian McEwan
Her purity of spirit would never be in doubt, though she moved through a blemished world.
— Ian McEwan
The conversation had turned again to those moments, by now enriched by a private mythology, when they first set eyes on each other
— Ian McEwan
I like to think that it isn't weakness or evasion, but a final act of kindness, a stand against oblivion and despair, ...
— Ian McEwan
But belligerence was a poor aid to concentration, as were three gins and a bottle of wine
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What is it precisely, that feeling of 'returning' from a poem? Something is lighter, softer, larger - then it fades, but never completely.
— Ian McEwan
There are not many options for the evening that follows an afternoon of drinking. Only two in fact: remorse, or more drinking and then remorse.
— Ian McEwan
She lay in the dark and knew everything.
— Ian McEwan
She felt like a hospital patient who longs for her kindly visitor to leave so she can resume being ill.
— Ian McEwan
It's hilarious to recognize how completely another person resembles your imperfect self.
— Ian McEwan
Everything that impeded him had to be outweighed, even if only by a fraction, by all that drove him on.
— Ian McEwan
Reading groups, readings, breakdowns of book sales all tell the same story: when women stop reading, the novel will be dead.
— Ian McEwan
These hands are steady enough, but they are large. Had he been a proper pianist - he's dabbled inexpertly - his ten-note span might be of use.
— Ian McEwan
They both knew the vitality of the unsaid, whose invisible spirits danced around them now.
— Ian McEwan
i'm going mad, i told myself. let me not be mad.
— Ian McEwan
Other women cloy/The appetites they feed, but she makes hungry/Where most she satisfies.
— Ian McEwan
In the minds of the principals, the history of the marriage was redrafted to have been always doomed, love was recast as delusion.
— Ian McEwan
She loved him, though not at this particular moment.
— Ian McEwan
I'm holding back, delaying the information. I'm lingering in the prior moment because it was a time when other outcomes were still possible.
— Ian McEwan
I don't hold grudges.
— Ian McEwan
Her attention remained divided between the page in her hand and, fifty feet away, the closed bedroom door.
— Ian McEwan
A baton of light across the bracken redeemed the reputation of the color brown with fiery reds and yellows.
— Ian McEwan
That the world should be filled with such detail, such tiny points of human frailty, threatened to crush her and she had to look away.
— Ian McEwan
Sex is a different medium, refracting time and sense, a biological hyperspace as remote from conscious existence as dreams, or as water is from air
— Ian McEwan
All day we've witnessed each other's crimes. You killed no one today? But how many did you leave to die?
— Ian McEwan
This is the pain-pleasure of having newly adult children; they're innocent and ruthless in forgetting their sweet old dependence.
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A taste for the miniature was one aspect of an orderly spirit. Another was a passion for secrets...
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Love doesn't grow at a steady rate, but advances in surges, bolts, wild leaps, and this was one of those.
— Ian McEwan
I was an intimate sort of child who never spoke up in groups. I preferred close friends.
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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
Beauty, she had discovered occupied a narrow band. Ugliness, on the hand, had infinite variation.
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It was always the view of my parents ... that hot weather encouraged loose morals among young people.
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Consent has rough edges.
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At some level you remain an orphan for life; looking after children is one way of looking after yourself.
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So, one-third of the time it's a bad idea to move, which means that two-thirds of the time it's a good idea.
— Ian McEwan
Everyone nodded, nobody agreed.
— Ian McEwan
Now, I'm an atheist. I really don't believe for a moment that our moral sense comes from a god.
— Ian McEwan
Something is missing in our culture. We can't quite celebrate the scientific literary tradition.
— Ian McEwan
Oh, I've become immune to the Booker. I think we need something a little more like the Pulitzer prize, where there isn't this great race.
— Ian McEwan
What idiocy, to racing into this story and its labyrinths, sprinting away from our happiness among the fresh spring grasses by the oak.
— Ian McEwan
It's shaming sometimes, how the body will not, or cannot, lie about emotions. Who, for decorum's sake, has ever slowed his heart, or muted a blush?
— Ian McEwan
When anything can happen, everything matters.
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Above the rush-hour din it was her ideal self she heard, the pianist she could never become, performing faultlessly Bach's second partita.
— Ian McEwan
For the professors in the academy, for the humanities generally, misery is more amenable to analysis: happiness is a harder nut to crack.
— Ian McEwan
He came to find her, wanting what everyone wanted, and what only free-thinking people, not the supernatural, could give. Meaning.
— Ian McEwan
Briony said reasonably, 'How can you hate plays?'
'It's just showing off.' Pierrot shrugged as he delivered this self-evident truth. — Ian McEwan
'It's just showing off.' Pierrot shrugged as he delivered this self-evident truth. — Ian McEwan
Not men who ran the world, but who made it run.
— Ian McEwan