And though you think the world is at your feet, it can rise up and tread on you.
Ian McEwan in Atonement1
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I've never had a moment's doubt. I love you. I believe in you completely. You are my dearest one. My reason for life.
Ian McEwan in Atonement1
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It was not generally realized that what children mostly wanted was to be left alone.
Ian McEwan in Atonement1
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Wasn't writing a kind of soaring, an achievable form of flight, of fancy, of the imagination?
Ian McEwan in Atonement1
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A story was a form of telepathy. By means of inking symbols onto a page, she was able to send thoughts and feelings from her mind to her reader's. It was a magical process, so commonplace that no one stopped to wonder at it.
Ian McEwan in Atonement1
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A person is, among all else, a material thing, easily torn and not easily mended.
Ian McEwan in Atonement2
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