Schweitzer in the Congo did not derive more moral credit than Larkin did for living in Hull.
ALAN BENNETTAll the effort went into getting there and then I had nothing left. I thought I’d got somewhere, then I found I had to go on.
More Alan Bennett Quotes
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Memories are not shackles, Franklin, they are garlands.
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I can walk. It’s just that I’m so rich I don’t need to.
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Books, bread and butter, mashed potato – one finishes what’s on one’s plate. That’s always been my philosophy.
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The best moments in reading are when you come across something – a thought, a feeling, a way of looking at things – which you had thought special and particular to you.
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And one of the historian’s jobs is to anticipate what our perspective of that period will be… even on the Holocaust.
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I lack what the English call character, by which they mean the power to refrain.
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An article on playwrights in the Daily Mail , listed according to Hard Left,
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Never read the Bible as if it means something. Or at any rate don’t try and mean it. Nor prayers.
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I think perhaps that’s why I live in Ibiza, because the blue of the Mediterranean, you see, reminds me of the blue of the eyes of those Doncaster miners.
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Some local boys come in and there is a bit of chat between them and the fish-fryer about whether the kestrel under the counter is for sale.
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If you think squash is a competitive activity, try flower arranging.
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The longer I practise medicine, the more convinced I am there are only two types of cases: those that involve taking the trousers off and those that don’t.
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We don’t see it, and because we don’t see it this means that there is no period so remote as the recent past.
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A photograph on every mantlepiece. And all this mourning has veiled the truth. It’s not so much lest we forget, as lest we remember.
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Cloisters, ancient libraries … I was confusing learning with the smell of cold stone.
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