Ian Mcewan

But what really happened? The answer is simple: the lovers survive and flourish. ↗

— Ian Mcewan

#love

He knew these last lines by heart and mouthed them now in the darkness. My reason for life. Not living, but life. That was the touch. And she was his reason for life, and why he must survive. ↗

— Ian Mcewan

#ian-mcewan #life #love #love-conquers-all #sad

At that moment, the urge to be writing was stronger than any notion she had of what she might write. ↗

— Ian Mcewan

#writing #inspirational

It wasn't torpor that kept her - she was often restless to the point of irritability. She simply liked to feel that she was prevented from leaving, that she was needed. ↗

— Ian Mcewan

#mutation #natural-selection #nature

The luxury of being half-asleep, exploring the fringes of psychosis in safety. ↗

— Ian Mcewan

#dreams

He would work through the night and sleep until lunch. There wasn't really much else to do. Make something, and die. ↗

— Ian Mcewan

#work #death

When they kissed she immediately felt his tongue, tensed and strong, pushing past her teeth, like some bully shouldering his way into a room. Entering her. ↗

— Ian Mcewan

#kissing #intimacy

In that shrinking moment he discovered that he had never hated anyone until now. It was a feeling as pure as love, but dispassionate and icily rational. ↗

— Ian Mcewan

#love

Love doesn't grow at a steady rate, but advances in surges, bolts, wild leaps, and this was one of those. ↗

— Ian Mcewan

#love

Something has happened, hasn't it? ... It's like being up close to something so large you don't even see it. Even now, I'm not sure I can. But I know it's there. ↗

— Ian Mcewan

#love