Quotes by Ian McEwan, Atonement

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The anticipation and dread he felt at seeing her was also a kind of sensual pleasure, and surrounding it, like an embrac — Ian McEwan, Atonement
Finally he spoke the three simple words that no amount of bad art or bad faith can every quite cheapen. She repeated the — Ian McEwan, Atonement
The cost of oblivious daydreaming was always this moment of return, the realignment with what had been before and now se — Ian McEwan, Atonement
And though you think the world is at your feet, it can rise up and tread on you. — Ian McEwan, Atonement
He knew these last lines by heart and mouthed them now in the darkness. My reason for life. Not living, but life. That w — Ian McEwan, Atonement
We go on our hands and knees and crawl our way towards the truth — Ian McEwan, Atonement
Above all, she wanted to look as though she had not given the matter a moment's thought, and that would take time. — Ian McEwan, Atonement
A story was a form of telepathy. By means of inking symbols onto a page, she was able to send thoughts and feelings from — Ian McEwan, Atonement
Wasn't writing a kind of soaring, an achievable form of flight, of fancy, of the imagination? — Ian McEwan, Atonement
At that moment, the urge to be writing was stronger than any notion she had of what she might write. — Ian McEwan, Atonement
The childhood of a spoiled prince could be framed within half a page, a moonlit dash through sleepy villages was one rhy — Ian McEwan, Atonement
She had lolled about for three years at Girton with the kind of books she could equally have read at home--Jane Austen, — Ian McEwan, Atonement
Waiting. Simply one person doing nothing, over time, while another approached. — Ian McEwan, Atonement
These memories sustained him, but not so easily. Too often they reminded him of where he was when he last summoned them. — Ian McEwan, Atonement
She knew enough to recognize that memories were crowding in, and there was nothing he could do. They wouldn’t let him sp — Ian McEwan, Atonement
Dearest Cecilia, You’d be forgiven for thinking me mad, the way I acted this afternoon. The truth is I feel rather light — Ian McEwan, Atonement
When the wounded were screaming, you dreamed of sharing a little house somewhere, of an ordinary life, of a family line, — Ian McEwan, Atonement
They were beyond the present, outside time, with no memories and no future. There was nothing but obliterating sensation — Ian McEwan, Atonement
Her purity of spirit would never be in doubt, though she moved through a blemished world. — Ian McEwan, Atonement
He wanted a father, and for the same reason, he wanted to be a father. — Ian McEwan, Atonement