527 Quotes by Ian McEwan

Vous n'avez tué personne aujourd'hui ? Mais combien en avez-vous laissé mourir ?

A quel point la culpabilité raffinait-elle les façons de se torturer, enfilant les perles du détail en boucle sans fin, un chapelet à égrener pour la vie !

En cet instant qui s'étiolait, il découvrit qu'il n'avait jamais éprouvé de haine envers quiconque jusqu'ici. C'était un sentiment aussi pur que l'amour, mais exempt de passion et d'une rationnalité glacée.

Her attention remained divided between the page in her hand and, fifty feet away, the closed bedroom door.

We were the only customers downstairs in the shop and there were no windows and only two dim bulbs, without shades. There was a pleasant soporific smell, as though the books had stolen most of the air.

She would have called after him but for the dread of being ignored.

The cost of oblivious daydreaming was always this moment of return

part of a daydream’s enticement was the illusion that she was helpless before its logic

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.