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

#inspirational

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

#dreams

But soon I loved her completely and wished to possess her, own her, absorb her, eat her. I wanted her in my arms and in my bed, I longed she would open her legs to me ↗

— Ian Mcewan

#mysogyny #possession #sex #love

... her conviction that love that did not find its expression in a letter was not perfect. ↗

— Ian Mcewan

#love

Arguing with a dead man in a lavatory is a claustrophobic experience. ↗

— Ian Mcewan

#futility #humor #death

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

#love

I'm sorry to disappoint you, but my experience belongs to me, not the collective bloody unconscious. ↗

— Ian Mcewan

#experience #individual #society #experience

What I took to be the norm -- taut, smooth, supple -- was the transient special case of youth. To me, the old were a separate species, like sparrows or foxes. ↗

— Ian Mcewan

#age

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

#english #especially #novel #personal #requires

I've yet to meet somebody who said, 'Your stories are so revolting I couldn't read them.' ↗

— Ian Mcewan

#meet #read #revolting #said #somebody