The days weren’t long enough for the reading she wanted to do.
ALAN BENNETTThe days weren’t long enough for the reading she wanted to do.
ALAN BENNETTOur father the novelist; my husband the poet. He belongs to the ages – just don’t catch him at breakfast.
ALAN BENNETTBooks, bread and butter, mashed potato – one finishes what’s on one’s plate. That’s always been my philosophy.
ALAN BENNETTAnd if it can be explained that it can be explained away.’ ‘But this is History. Distance yourselves.
ALAN BENNETTMark my words, when a society has to resort to the lavatory for its humour, the writing is on the wall.
ALAN BENNETTWe were put to Dickens as children but it never quite took. That unremitting humanity soon had me cheesed off.
ALAN BENNETTI have never understood disliking for war. It panders to instincts already catered for within the scope of any respectable domestic establishment.
ALAN BENNETTI lack what the English call character, by which they mean the power to refrain.
ALAN BENNETTWhat I’m above all primarily concerned with is the substance of life, the pith of reality.
ALAN BENNETTYou go to a book to have your convictions corroborated.
ALAN BENNETTTo begin with, it’s true, she read with trepidation and some unease.
ALAN BENNETTMemories are not shackles, Franklin, they are garlands.
ALAN BENNETTHave you ever thought, headmaster, that your standards might perhaps be a little out of date?
ALAN BENNETTHere 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
ALAN BENNETTOne reads for pleasure…it is not a public duty.
ALAN BENNETTBooks generally just confirm you in what you have, perhaps unwittingly, decided to do already.
ALAN BENNETT