...'the softest, sweetest part of the Cold War, the only truly interesting part, the war of ideas.
Ian McEwanMots clés cold-war
His anger stirred her own and she suddenly thought she understood their problem: they were too polite, too constrained, too timorous, they went around each other on tiptoes, murmuring, whispering, deferring, agreeing. They barely knew each other and never could because of the blanket of companionable near-silence that smothered their differences and blinded them as much as it bound them.
Ian McEwanGod's love may take the form of wrath. It can show itself to us as a calamity. This is the difficult lesson its taken me a lifetime to learn.
Ian McEwanWas it boredom or sadism that made the shirt service people do up every single button?
Ian McEwanWe often tell ourselves off for wasting time in chairs, fully dressed, when we could be doing the same lying down in bed, face to face and naked.
Ian McEwanIf 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.
Ian McEwanMots clés life death dreaming heaven waking-up
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His wives had discovered early on what a poor or frightening prospect of a father he presented and they had protected themselves and got out.
Ian McEwanThe past had shown him many times that the future would be its own solution.
Ian McEwanMots clés ian-mcewan solar
Other tokens of maturity included a velvet choker of tiny pearls, the ginger tresses gathered at the nape and secured with an emerald clasp, three loose silver bracelets around a freckled wrist, and the fact that whenever she moved, the air about her tasted of rose water.
Ian McEwanShe knew very well that people fell out, even stormily, and then made up. But she did not know how to start - she simply did not have the trick of it, the row that cleared the air, and could never quite believe that hard words could be unsaid or forgotten.
Ian McEwanMots clés silence fighting not-saying
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