527 Quotes by Ian McEwan

...the world she ran through loved her and would give her what she wanted and would let it happen.

The moment you lose curiosity in the world, you might as well be dead.

I'm quite good at not writing.

These were everyday sounds magnified by darkness. And darkness was nothing - it was not a substance, it was not a presence, it was no more than an absence of light.

I often don't read reviews.

I don't hold grudges.

It is 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?

At the risk of sounding like Virginia Woolf, I could live on £700 a year.

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 under the early evening sky. She was weary of being outdoors, but she was not ready to go in. Was that really all there was in life, indoors or out? Wasn't there somewhere else for people to go?