It is photography itself that creates the illusion of innocence. Its ironies of frozen narrative lend to its subjects an apparent unawareness that they will change or die. It is the future they are innocent of. Fifty years on we look at them with the godly knowledge of how they turne dout after all - who they married, the date of their death - with no thought for who will one day be holding photographs of us.
Ian McewanHe had never before felt so self-consciously young, nor experienced such appetite, such impatience for the story to begin.
Ian McewanTwenty years ago I might have hired a professional listener, but somewhere along the way I had lost faith in the talking cure. A genteel fraud in my view.
Ian McewanI'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