All 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.
ALAN BENNETTIllogically, I tend to assume that if you ( Philip Larkin) dream of caning schoolgirls bottoms, it disqualifies you from dismissing half the nation as work-shy.
More Alan Bennett Quotes
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Nor did they seem to think one had done them a kindness by reading their writings. Rather they had done one the kindness by writing them.
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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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You don’t put your life into your books, you find it there.
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It was the kind of library he had only read about in books.
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Above literature?’ said the Queen. ‘Who is above literature? You might as well say one was above humanity.
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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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I wish they were like the White Rhinosix of them left in the Serengeti National Park, and all males.
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They may not have two spondees to rub together but they still want to pen their saga untrammelled by life-threatening activities like trailing round Sainsbury’s, emptying the dishwasher or going to the nativity play.
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Sometimes there is no next time, no time-outs, no second chances. Sometimes it’s now or never.
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And if it can be explained that it can be explained away.’ ‘But this is History. Distance yourselves.
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The appeal of reading, she thought, lay in its indifference: there was something undeferring about literature.
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I’m not good at precise, coherent argument. But plays are suited to incoherent argument, put into the mouths of fallible people.
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Only when I mention it to W. does he explain Kestrel is now a lager. I imagine the future is going to contain an increasing number of incidents like this.
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The Waste Land not figuring very largely in Mam’s scheme of things. “The thing is,” I said finally, “he won the Nobel Prize.” “Well,” she said, with that unerring grasp of inessentials which is the prerogative of mothers, “I’m not surprised. It was a beautiful overcoat.”
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However bad the weather, Dad never drove to church because Mam thought the sacrament might make him incapable on the return journey.
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