{"author":"Ian McEwan","author_id":"Ian+McEwan","total_quotes":108,"quotes":[{"text":"All day we've witnessed each other's crimes. You killed no one today? But how many did you leave to die?","author":"Ian McEwan","tags":["crime","guilt"],"id":4455,"author_id":"Ian+McEwan"},{"text":"The Anglican service today was more familiar to me from movies. Like one of the great Shakespeare speeches, the graveside oration, studded in fragments in the memory, was a succession of brilliant phrases, book titles, dying cadences that breathed life, pure alertness, along the spine.","author":"Ian McEwan","tags":["literature","quotes"],"id":11618,"author_id":"Ian+McEwan"},{"text":"When he thought of her, it rather amazed him, that he had let that girl with her violin go. Now, of course, he saw that her self-effacing proposal was quite irrelevant. All she had needed was the certainty of his love, and his reassurance that there was no hurry when a lifetime lay ahead of them. Love and patience- if only he had had them both at once- would surely have seen them both through.","author":"Ian McEwan","tags":["love","marriage"],"id":13172,"author_id":"Ian+McEwan"},{"text":"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.","author":"Ian McEwan","tags":["conversation"],"id":16747,"author_id":"Ian+McEwan"},{"text":"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.","author":"Ian McEwan","tags":["heart","love","lovers","madness"],"id":24126,"author_id":"Ian+McEwan"},{"text":"I've never outgrown that feeling of mild pride, of acceptance, when children take your hand.","author":"Ian McEwan","tags":["children"],"id":35352,"author_id":"Ian+McEwan"},{"text":"Before you embark on a journey of revenge, dig two graves, Confucius said. Revenge unstitches civilisation.","author":"Ian McEwan","tags":["revenge"],"id":38656,"author_id":"Ian+McEwan"},{"text":"I'm sorry to disappoint you, but my experience belongs to me, not the collective bloody unconscious.","author":"Ian McEwan","tags":["collective-unconscious","experience","individual","society"],"id":41872,"author_id":"Ian+McEwan"},{"text":"...They knew each other as much as they knew themselves, and their intimacy, rather like too many suitcases, was a matter of perpetual concern; together they moved slowly, clumsily, effecting lugubrious compromises, attending to delicate shifts of mood, repairing breaches. As individuals they didn't easily take offense; but together they managed to offend each other in surprising, unexpected ways; then the offender - it had happened twice since their arrival - became irritated by the cloying susceptibilities of the other, and they would continue to explore the twisting alleyways and sudden squares in silence, and with each step the city would recede as they locked tighter into each other's presence.","author":"Ian McEwan","tags":["intimacy"],"id":48839,"author_id":"Ian+McEwan"},{"text":"He wanted a father, and for the same reason, he wanted to be a father.","author":"Ian McEwan","tags":["fathers","men"],"id":51913,"author_id":"Ian+McEwan"}],"pagination":{"page":1,"page_size":10,"total":108,"pages":11,"next":"?page=2\u0026page_size=10"}}