Cancer, like any other illness, is a bore.
ALAN BENNETTWe still don’t like to admit the war was even partly our fault because so many of our people died.
More Alan Bennett Quotes
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The sheer endlessness of books outfaced her and she had no idea how to go on; there was no system to her reading, with one book leading to another, and often she had two or three on the go at the same time.
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No mention of God. They keep Him up their sleeves for as long as they can, vicars do. They know it puts people off.
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It seems to me the mark of a civilized society that certain privileges should be taken for granted such as education, health care and the safety to walk the streets.
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My experience came before most of you were born.
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I’m for the freedom of expression, given that it will be under strict control.
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Once I start a book I finish it. That was the way one was brought up.
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Had your forefathers, Wigglesworth, been as stupid as you are, the human race would never have succeeded in procreating itself.
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I was an only child. I lost both my parents. By the time I was twenty I was bald. I’m homosexual.
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Books generally just confirm you in what you have, perhaps unwittingly, decided to do already.
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The majority of people perform well in a crisis and when the spotlight is on them; it’s on the Sunday afternoons of this life, when nobody is looking, that the spirit falters.
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We have fish and chips, which W. and I fetch from the shop in Settle market-place.
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Of course my standards are out of date! That’s why they’re called standards.
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You must take people as they come. Remember, too that though you will generally know more about the condition than the patient, it is the patient who has the condition and this if nothing else bestows on him or her a kind of wisdom.
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If I am doing nothing, I like to be doing nothing to some purpose. That is what leisure means.
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Here I sit, alone at 60, Bald and fat and full of sin Cold the seat, and loud the cistern As I read the (Harpic) (Lysol) tin
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