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.
ALAN BENNETTYou don’t put your life into your books, you find it there.
More Alan Bennett Quotes
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Cancer, like any other illness, is a bore.
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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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Life is generally something that happens elsewhere.
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I was an only child. I lost both my parents. By the time I was twenty I was bald. I’m homosexual.
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My school was a state school in Leeds and the headmaster usually sent students to Leeds University but he didn’t normally send them to Oxford or Cambridge.
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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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We don’t see it, and because we don’t see it this means that there is no period so remote as the recent past.
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Why do we not care to acknowledge them? The cattle, the body count.
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Were we closer to the ground as children, or is the grass emptier now?
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A book, as it were, closes the book.
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Nature played a cruel trick on her by giving her a waxed mustache.
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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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…she felt about reading what some writers felt about writing: that it was impossible not to do it and that at this late stage of her life she had been chosen to read as others were chosen to write.
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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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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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