Here 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 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
More Alan Bennett Quotes
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Artists, celebrated for their humanity, they turn out to be scarcely human at all.
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Were we closer to the ground as children, or is the grass emptier now?
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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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I wish they were like the White Rhinosix of them left in the Serengeti National Park, and all males.
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I dont know whether you’ve ever looked into a miner’s eyes for any length of time, that is. Because it is the loveliest blue you’ve ever seen.
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But the headmaster happened to have been to Cambridge and decided to try and push some of us towards Oxford and Cambridge.
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The days weren’t long enough for the reading she wanted to do.
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A book is a device to ignite the imagination.
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And one of the historian’s jobs is to anticipate what our perspective of that period will be… even on the Holocaust.
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A photograph on every mantlepiece. And all this mourning has veiled the truth. It’s not so much lest we forget, as lest we remember.
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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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Kafka could never have written as he did had he lived in a house.
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I’m for the freedom of expression, given that it will be under strict control.
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I’ve never seen the point of the sea, except where it meets the land. The shore has a point. The sea has none.
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No mention of God. They keep Him up their sleeves for as long as they can, vicars do. They know it puts people off.
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