Ian Mcewan
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Ian Mcewan
Ian Russell McEwan CBE FRSA FRSLis an English novelist and screenwriter. In 2008, The Times featured him on their list of "The 50 greatest British writers since 1945"...
NationalityBritish
ProfessionScreenwriter
Date of Birth21 June 1948
Ian Mcewan quotes about
atonement torn persons
A person is, among all else, a material thing, easily torn and not easily mended.
identical
What is lawful is not always identical to what is right.
religious art simple
Finally he spoke the three simple words that no amount of bad art or bad faith can every quite cheapen. She repeated them, with exactly the same slight emphasis on the second word, as though she were the one to say them first. He had no religious belief, but it was impossible not to think of an invisible presence or witness in the room, and that these words spoken aloud were like signatures on an unseen contract.
dream cost littles
The cost of oblivious daydreaming was always this moment of return, the realignment with what had been before and now seemed a little worse.
doing-nothing changed courses
This is how the entire course of a life can be changed: by doing nothing.
diversion consequence being-wrong
When there are no consequences, being wrong is simply a diversion.
womanly dies
Shall there be womanly times? Or shall we die?
irrelevance
one could drown in irrelevance.
not-sure happened knows
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.
dream simple people
If life was a dream, then dying must be the moment when you woke up. It was so simple it must be true. You died, the dream was over, you woke up. That's what people meant when they talked about going to heaven. It was like waking up.
inevitable-death doe inevitable
Is there any meaning in my life that the inevitable death awaiting me does not destory?
somewhere-else sky people
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?
borrowed knows
No one knows anything, really. It's all rented, or borrowed.
come-back-to-me
come back, come back to me