Clichés can be quite fun. That’s how they got to be clichés.
ALAN BENNETTI saw someone peeing in Jermym Street the other day. I thought, is this the end of civilization as we know it? Or is it simply someone peeing in Jermyn Street?
More Alan Bennett Quotes
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What she was finding also was how one book led to another, doors kept opening wherever she turned and the days weren’t long enough for the reading she wanted to do.
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The trouble is, as soon as you’ve chosen somebody it obscures anybody else you might have thought of.
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One of the hardest things for a teacher to learn is not to try and tell them.
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Life is generally something that happens elsewhere.
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In the way of circumstances and background to transcend I had everything an artist could possibly want. It was practically a blueprint.
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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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Memories are not shackles, Franklin, they are garlands.
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It’s subjunctive history. You know, the subjunctive? The mood used when something may or may not have happened. When it is imagined.
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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 nearest my parents came to alcohol was at Holy Communion and they utterly overestimated its effects.
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Over the years Miss Shepherd was visited by a succession of social workers so the character in the play is a composite figure.
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A bookshelf is as particular to its owner as are his or her clothes; a personality is stamped on a library just as a shoe is shaped by the foot.
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It’s the one species I wouldn’t mind seeing vanish from the face of the earth.
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The days weren’t long enough for the reading she wanted to do.
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But most men regard their life as a poem that women threaten.
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