If you think squash is a competitive activity, try flower arranging.
ALAN BENNETTKnowing as their own dusk falls that they will only be remembered for remembering someone else.
More Alan Bennett Quotes
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All the effort went into getting there and then I had nothing left. I thought I’d got somewhere, then I found I had to go on.
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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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It’s subjunctive history. You know, the subjunctive? The mood used when something may or may not have happened. When it is imagined.
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[B]riefing is not reading. In fact it is the antithesis of reading. Briefing is terse, factual and to the point.
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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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The trouble is, as soon as you’ve chosen somebody it obscures anybody else you might have thought of.
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Books did not care who was reading them or whether one read them or not. All readers were equal, herself included. Literature, she thought, is a commonwealth; letters a republic.
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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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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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Nor did they seem to think one had done them a kindness by reading their writings. Rather they had done one the kindness by writing them.
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Were we closer to the ground as children, or is the grass emptier now?
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I’ve never forgotten that experience. But I had nobody at school that was either like Hector or Irwin.
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I saw someone peeing in Jermym Street the other day. I thought, is this the end of civilization as we know it? Or is it simply someone peeing in Jermyn Street?
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The majority of people perform well in a crisis and when the spotlight is on them; it’s on the Sunday afternoons of this life, when nobody is looking, that the spirit falters.
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Put him in a nice detached villa and he’d never have written a word.
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