The days weren’t long enough for the reading she wanted to do.
ALAN BENNETTIf I am doing nothing, I like to be doing nothing to some purpose. That is what leisure means.
More Alan Bennett Quotes
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f they’d been working with Alec Guinness, for instance, they wouldn’t have known they were born if they’d not towed the line!
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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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There is no such thing as a good script, onlya good film, and I’m conscious that my scripts often read better than they play.
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Cloisters, ancient libraries … I was confusing learning with the smell of cold stone.
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In the way of circumstances and background to transcend I had everything an artist could possibly want. It was practically a blueprint.
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Why do we not care to acknowledge them? The cattle, the body count.
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It seems to me the mark of a civilized society that certain privileges should be taken for granted such as education, health care and the safety to walk the streets.
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Standards are always out of date. That’s what makes them standards.
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I bet Tom Stoppard doesn’t have to do this’ or There is no doubt David Hare would have deputed this to an underling.’
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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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Sometimes there is no next time, no time-outs, no second chances. Sometimes it’s now or never.
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I don’t talk very well. With writing, you’ve time to get it right. Also I’ve found the more I talk the less I write, and if I didn’t write no one would want me to talk anyway.
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Our father the novelist; my husband the poet. He belongs to the ages – just don’t catch him at breakfast.
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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
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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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