Nature played a cruel trick on her by giving her a waxed mustache.
ALAN BENNETTYour whole life is on the other side of the glass. And there is nobody watching.
More Alan Bennett Quotes
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And now, here it is, set down by someone else, a person you have never met, someone even who is long dead. And it is as if a hand has come out, and taken yours
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I’ve never forgotten that experience. But I had nobody at school that was either like Hector or Irwin.
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[B]riefing is not reading. In fact it is the antithesis of reading. Briefing is terse, factual and to the point.
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Philip Larkin used to cheer himself up by looking in the mirror and saying the line from Rebecca, ‘I am Mrs de Winter now!
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Children always assume the sexual lives of their parents come to a grinding halt at their conception.
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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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Memories are not shackles, Franklin, they are garlands.
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Of course my standards are out of date! That’s why they’re called standards.
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So, half a dozen of us tried – not all of us in history – and we all eventually got in. So, to that extent, it [The History Boys] comes out of my own experience.
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Deluded liberal that I am, I persist in thinking that those with a streak of sexual unorthodoxy ought to be more tolerant of their fellows than those who lead an entirely godly, righteous and sober life.
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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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Because you should realise the Cenotaph and the Last Post and all that stuff is concerned, there’s no better way of forgetting something than by commemorating it.
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You don’t put your life into your books, you find it there.
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A book, as it were, closes the book.
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But then, when I did go, the contrast between Leeds, which was very black and sooty in those days, and Cambridge, which seemed like something out of a fairystory, in the grip of a hard frost, was just wonderful.
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