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 More Quotes by Ian Mcewan More Quotes From Ian Mcewan I believe the novella is the perfect form of prose fiction. Ian Mcewan rambling perfect believe I actually find novels that are determined to be funny at every turn quite oppressive. Ian Mcewan turns determined novel I don't believe there's any inherent darkness at the center of religion at all. I think religion actually is a morally neutral force. Ian Mcewan darkness believe thinking I don't hold grudges. Ian Mcewan grudge I'm quite good at not writing. Ian Mcewan writing In a nuclear age, and in an age of serious environmental degradation, apocalyptic belief creates a serious second order danger. The precarious logic of self-interest that saw us through the Cold War would collapse if the leaders of one nuclear state came to welcome, or ceased to fear mass death. Ian Mcewan self war order I've yet to meet somebody who said, 'Your stories are so revolting I couldn't read them.' Ian Mcewan stories said Novelists have to be adept at controlling the flow of information, and, most crucially, they have to be in charge of the narrative. Ian Mcewan information novelists narrative What reader wants to be told what attitude to strike? Ian Mcewan strikes want attitude You can spin stories out of the ways people understand and misunderstand each other. Ian Mcewan stories people way For the professors in the academy, for the humanities generally, misery is more amenable to analysis: happiness is a harder nut to crack. Ian Mcewan cracks humanity nuts He's never quite got the trick of conversation, tending to hear in dissenting views, however mild, a kind of affront, an invitation to mortal combat. Ian Mcewan affront kind views London in the '70s was a pretty catastrophic dump, I can tell you. We had every kind of industrial trouble; we had severe energy problems; we were under constant terrorist attack from Irish terrorist groups who had started a bombing campaign in English cities; politics were fantastically polarized between left and right. Ian Mcewan terrorist-groups energy cities Observing human variety can give pleasure, but so too can human sameness. Ian Mcewan enduring-love pleasure giving Politics is the enemy of the imagination. Ian Mcewan politics imagination enemy What can it be about low temperatures that sharpens the edges of objects? Ian Mcewan temperature rainy-day lows The evasions of her little novel were exactly those of her life. Everything she did not wish to confront was also missing from her novella--and was necessary to it. Ian Mcewan missing wish littles Find you, love you, marry you, and live without shame. Ian Mcewan atonement shame love-you In Leon's account of his life, no-one was mean-spirited, no-one schemed or lied or betrayed; everyone was celebrated at least in some degree... Leon turned out to be a spineless, grinning idiot. Ian Mcewan degrees betrayed mean Dearest Cecilia, You’d be forgiven for thinking me mad, the way I acted this afternoon. The truth is I feel rather light headed and foolish in your presence, Cee, and I don’t think I can blame the heat. Ian Mcewan mad light thinking
