Authors, she soon decided, were probably best met within the pages of their novels, and were as much creatures of the reader’s imagination as the characters in their books.
ALAN BENNETTYou don’t put your life into your books, you find it there.
More Alan Bennett Quotes
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I’m all in favour of free expression provided it’s kept rigidly under control.
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I turned down a knighthood. It would be like having to wear a suit every day of your life.
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I tried to explain to her the significance of the great poet, but without much success,
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Culminating with a man in a white coat saying to one kindly, “And now can you tell me the name of the Prime Minister?”
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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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Books are not about passing the time. They’re about other lives. Other worlds.
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My films are about embarrassment.
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Your whole life is on the other side of the glass. And there is nobody watching.
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I suppose I’m the only person who remembers one of the most exciting of his ballets-it’s the fruit of an unlikely collaboration between Nijinsky on the one hand and Sir Arthur Conan Doyle on the other.
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The days weren’t long enough for the reading she wanted to do.
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I’m for the freedom of expression, given that it will be under strict control.
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The best moments in reading are when you come across something – a thought, a feeling, a way of looking at things – which you had thought special and particular to you.
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A composite too are the neighbours, Pauline and Rufus, though I have made Rufus a publisher in remembrance of my neighbour, the late Colin Haycraft, the proprietor of Duckworth’s.
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To play Trivial Pursuit with a life like mine could be said to be a form of homeopathy.
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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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