I was an only child. I lost both my parents. By the time I was twenty I was bald. I’m homosexual.
ALAN BENNETTIt’s much easier to follow something that’s not been as successful as this.
More Alan Bennett Quotes
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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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Of course they’re out of date. Standards are always out of date. That is what makes them standards.
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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.
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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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Nature played a cruel trick on her by giving her a waxed mustache.
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At eighty things do not occur; they recur.
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You always know when you’re going to arrive. If you go by car, you don’t. Apart from anything else, I prefer cycling. It puts you in a good mood, I find.
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The liturgy is best treated and read as if it’s someone announcing the departure of trains.
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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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Life is rather like a tin of sardines – we’re all of us looking for the key.
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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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You don’t put your life into your books, you find it there.
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To begin with, it’s true, she read with trepidation and some unease.
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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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