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Ian Mcewan quotes

British Author, Writer June 21, 1948

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Now time, afternoon time, which in the Midi is as elemental as air and light, expanded and rolled billowingly outwards across the rest of the day, and upwards to the vaults of the cobalt sky, freeing everyone in its delicious sprawl from their obligations. Ian Mcewan
It was here one brilliant November midnight that Edward wrote a formal letter to Violet and Geoffrey Ponting declaring his ambition to marry their daughter, and did not quite ask their permission so much as confidently expected their approval. Ian Mcewan
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, when her intention took effect. It was like a wave breaking. If she could only find herself at the crest, she thought, she might find the secret of herself, that part of her that was really in charge. She brought her forefinger closer to her face and stared at it, urging it to move. It remained still because she was pretending... . And when she did... Ian Mcewan
And behind all this human movement the ocean bobbed and folded and slid, for nothing could keep still, not people, not water, not time. Ian Mcewan
My ideal state as a reader when I’m reading other people is feeling I’m vaguely wasting my time when I’m not reading that novel. Ian Mcewan
It wasn't only wickedness and scheming that made people unhappy, it was confusion and misunderstanding...the failure to grasp the simple truth that other people are as real as you. Ian Mcewan
Being late was a special kind of modern suffering, with blended elements of rising tension, self-blame, self-pity, misanthropy, and a yearning for what could not be had outside theoretical physics: time reversal. Ian Mcewan
This commonplace cycle of falling asleep and waking, in darkness, under private cover, with another creature, a pale soft tender mammal, putting faces together in a ritual of affection, briefly settled in the eternal necessities of warmth, comfort, safety, crossing limbs to draw nearer - a simple daily consolation, almost too obvious, easy to forget by daylight. Ian Mcewan
Ian Mcewan quote: "Waiting. Simply one person doing nothing, over time, while..."
Waiting. Simply one person doing nothing, over time, while another approached. Ian Mcewan
The following day the editor presided over a sudued meeting with his senior staff. Tony Montano sat to one side, a silent observer. "It's time we ran more regular columns. They're cheap, and everyone else is doing them. You know, we hire someone of low to medium intelligence, possibly female, to write about, well, nothing much. You've seen that sort of thing. Goes to a party and can't remember anyone's name. Twelve hundred words."Sort of naval gazing," Jeremy Ball suggested."Not quite. Gazing... Ian Mcewan
Ian Mcewan quote: "Let the guilty bury the innocent, and let no one change the..."
Let the guilty bury the innocent, and let no one change the evidence Ian Mcewan
Ian Mcewan quote: "How can a novelist achieve atonement when with her absolute..."
How can a novelist achieve atonement when with her absolute power of deciding outcomes, she is also god? Ian Mcewan
Ian Mcewan quote: "Above all, she wanted to look as though she had not given the..."
Above all, she wanted to look as though she had not given the matter a moment's thought, and that would take time. Ian Mcewan
She knew enough to recognize that memories were crowding in, and there was nothing he could do. They wouldn’t let him speak. She would never know what scenes were driving that turmoil. Ian Mcewan
But this first clumsy attempt showed her that the imagination itself was a source of secrets: once she had begun a story, no one could be told. Pretending in words was too tentative, too vulnerable, too embarrassing to let anyone know. Even writing out the she saids, the and thens, made her wince, and she felt foolish, appearing to know about the emotions of an imaginary being. Self-exposure was inevitable the moment she described a character's weakness; the reader was bound to speculate that... Ian Mcewan

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